| High green chilly winds and windy vines
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| In loops around the twisted shafts of lavender
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| They’re crawling to the sun
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| Underfoot the ground is patched
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| With arms of ivy wrapped around the manzanita
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| Stark and shiny in the breeze
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| Wonder who will water all the children of the garden
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| When they sigh about the barren lack of rain and
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| Droop so hungry neath the sky
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| William tell has stretched his bow till it won’t stretch
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| No furthermore and/or it may require a change that hasn’t come before
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| No more time to tell how, this is the season of what
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| Now is the time of returning with our thought
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| Jewels polished and gleaming
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| Now is the time past believing the child has relinquished the rein
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| Now is the test of the boomerang tossed in the night of redeeming
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| Seven faced marble eyed transitory dream doll
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| Six proud walkers on the jingle bell rainbow
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| Five men writing with fingers of gold
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| Four men tracking down the great white sperm whale
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| Three girls waiting in a foreign dominion
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| Riding in the whalebelly, fade away in moonlight
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| Sink beneath the waters to the coral sands below |