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Of course They planted birch trees on the green Peeling paper bark trees Shading the head And stirring the heart Saying even nature makes paper So write enough to fill the sky I could fill the sky with this summers pain But I'm not sure that I want to I'm getting awful sick of rain.
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Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 1:41 PM UTC
The Green
Of course They planted birch trees on the green Peeling paper bark trees Shading the head And stirring the heart Saying even nature makes paper So write enough to fill the sky I could fill the sky with this summers pain But I'm not sure that I want to I'm getting awful sick of rain.
Skaldspiller
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Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 1:41 PM UTC
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