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Watching the silent wings of |
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Robber Fly |
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I contemplate his victims |
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As they die |
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No one sheds a tear |
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No one interferes |
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Life will come and go this year |
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In April Grove |
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Under the moldy leaves some |
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Springtails stay |
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They hardly ever see the |
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Light of day |
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Till you scratch away |
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At their roof of clay |
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Then they always jump away |
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In April Grove |
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April Grove |
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I'm an alien |
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In clothing in your realm |
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I'm alone |
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I'm invading |
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But you're holding me here |
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And I'm overwhelmed getting stoned |
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Watching meanderings of |
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Swallowtails |
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Following thistle blossom |
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Pollen trails |
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Sipping flower juice |
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In the sun profuse |
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Between shadows seeping through |
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To April Grove |
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April Grove |
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I'm an alien |
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In clothing in your realm |
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I'm alone |
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I'm invading |
|
But you're holding me here |
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And I'm overwhelmed getting stoned |
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Watching meanderings of |
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Swallowtails |
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Following thistle blossom |
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Pollen trails |
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No one interferes |
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No one ever hears |
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Life will come and go this year |
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In April Grove |
