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Pine you so lonesome sighs |
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As murmured questions rise in line |
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And weave their voices and entwine |
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As breezes their disguise |
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Willow cast your silent souls |
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I see them ride on every beam |
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Spirit from the forest team |
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And reassume their roles |
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No wind, no light |
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No sun in sight |
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Love hold me tight |
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I'll fly my kite |
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No wind, no light... |
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Spiders roam you jeweless nets |
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Empty void of morning's haul |
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Where diamonds hung now missin' all |
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With the thief, that sun who sets |
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Willow cast your silent souls |
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I see them ride on every beam |
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And spirit from the forest team |
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Reassume your roles |