I wander through the wood

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And I dwell as far as I could

Underneath the thick green

Life once breathes in

In the lovely hues of springs

Turn up tiny glossy wings

Mirth and joy all they sing

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Heaven on the earth they must think

The new-borns  will soon here learn

The tales of the sun and the moon

Beyond their domains of vision

Unseen dynamism, unspoken reason

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