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Trees of green, all I can see |
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On my way through the forest. |
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I kneel down on my knees, |
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I stare into the face of a little man |
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Showing me his fear, |
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The humans are coming near. |
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Take me home deep into the forest, |
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Show me your life |
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Or the ruins that are left. |
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Creatures around me |
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No telling what they want, |
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They're looking upon their greatest fear, |
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Their greatest fear. |
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Spirits of the forest, |
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Prevent us from being taken. |
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Lords from above (above), |
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Please let them awaken. |
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The beauty of the trees |
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And all the values they stand for, |
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Oxygen turns into a breeze. |
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Mankind can't take their breath away, |
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'Cos when the morning comes |
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Its up to the spirits, the spirits to say: |
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"Forgive and forget the last ones to give up the harm. |
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The fighters will just bring a blind storm on their selves. |
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There is no absolution in the harm." |
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Now I owe this little man a promise: |
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Reveal the precious gift of nature, |
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And I will be the memory, |
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For I can tell nothing has changed. |
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The little man disappeared without a trace, |
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In blood I wash my face. |