| And all shall fade
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| The flowers of spring
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| The world and all the sorrow
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| At the heart of everything
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| But still it stays
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| The butterfly sings
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| And opens purple summer
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| With the flutter of its wings
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| The earth will wave with corn
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| The gray-fly choir will mourn
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| And mares will neigh with
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| Stallions that they mate, foals they’ve borne
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| And all shall know the wonder of purple summer
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| And yet I wait
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| The swallow brings
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| A song too hard to follow
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| That no one else can sing
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| The fences sway
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| The porches swing
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| The clouds begin to thunder
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| Crickets wander, murmuring
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| The earth will wave with corn
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| The gray-fly choir will mourn
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| And mares will neigh with
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| Stallions that they mate, foals they’ve borne
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| And all shall know the wonder
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| I will sing the song of purple summer
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| All shall know the wonder
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| I will sing the song of purple summer
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| All shall know the wonder of purple summer |