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In the womb of the woods I see a tree of reverie |
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The reaping of a sweet dream embedded |
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in a deep dream |
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There's an oak where the willow weeps, |
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she offers him relief |
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They keep time when they breathe in |
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A season full of reason |
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Mother of all creation, you are graceful like the nigh, |
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and the day that will follow |
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Mother of all creation you're a raindrop for today, |
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a sunray tommorow |
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Out in the wild |
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A natural promise |
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Out in the wild |
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The natural consciense of life |
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In the pondering pond I see the art of harmony |
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The water and the fishes, their easy dispositions |
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Where the carps and the minnows swim, |
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content with everything |
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Without searching for meaning |
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A season full of reason |
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Mother of all creation, you are graceful like the nigh, |
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and the day that will follow |
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Mother of all creation you're a raindrop for today, |
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a sunray tommorow |
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Out in the wild |
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A natural promise |
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Out in the wild |
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The natural consciense of life |