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Recycling Spring in Awakening
Listen to the giggle of the breeze Its in the breath of exitement The forest spirit comes like a slow wildfire The morning dew makes the gasping growth Spring is fast spring is slow We fly above the clouds Life is gold in the mould It was in yesturday our time elapsed It was in tomorow we were today It is in the river voices are talking It was in the crosses of paths beyond And so it is now And here we are Like always before |
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