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All this time |
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and still I have no answer |
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hear them call |
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the night keeps drawing closer |
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in on me |
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Lying still |
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watching while they're dancing |
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secret smiles |
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see! - they are rejoicing |
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in the lights |
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Walking in an ancient woodland |
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among the sky high trees |
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on playful paths |
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I'm searching inwards |
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nothing's like it seems. |
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Brother rabbit's burrow |
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secretly hidden |
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beneath the dancing stream |
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in the hour of dawn |
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in a dance with fawns |
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within the forest palm |
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All this and more |
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stands here from before |
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I sense the past in this present |
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The wood and me are one |
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we're always moving on |
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travelling through ages long |
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eagerly we chant our songs |
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and when night goes black |
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we fall to rest |
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we cuddle up in feathered nests |
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and rise again by break of dawn. |
