| The summer sun plays on the ground
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| I feel it in my leaves
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| The sap is rising up my veins
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| There’s pollen on the breeze
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| I saw it all crystal clear
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| I know who brought those children here
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| The badgers tried to keep them warm
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| The foxes gave them milk
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| Woodpeckers tried to hammer a home
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| The spiders spun them silk
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| I saw it all crystal clear
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| I know who brought those children here
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| No path out marked out with round white stones
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| No Guardian Angel to lead them home
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| Find them quick
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| Research before they disappear
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| The bracken folds down into mulch
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| The mushroom sprouts and spore
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| The berries swell and ripe, now burst
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| To carpet my forest floor
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| I saw it all crystal clear
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| I know who brought those children here
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| Lost and lonely, here all is still
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| If you don’t take them, the earth surely will
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| Find them quick
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| Research before they disappear
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| The winter wind howls through my arms
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| My brooks begin to freeze
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| My secrets now lie blanketed
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| Beneath the moldering leaves
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| I saw it all crystal clear
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| I know who left those children here |