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Why do you whisper, green grass, |
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Why tell the trees what ain't so? |
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Whispering grass, |
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The trees don't have to know. |
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Why tell them all your secrets, |
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Who kissed there long ago? |
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Whispering grass, |
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The trees don't need to know. |
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Don't you tell it to the breeze, |
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`cos she will tell the birds and bees, |
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And everyone will know |
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Because you told them once before. |
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Yes you told them once before, |
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It's no secret anymore. |
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Why tell them all the old things, |
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They're buried under the snow. |
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Whispering grass, don't tell the trees, |
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'cos the trees don't need to know. |
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Now don't you tell it to the breeze |
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`cos she will tell the birds and bees, |
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And everyone will know |
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Because you told them once before. |
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Yes you told them once before, |
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It's no secret anymore. |
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Why tell them all the old things, |
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They're buried under the snow. |
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Whispering grass, don't tell the trees, |
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'cos the trees don't need to know. |
