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Going outside just to wander Walking round the world about The wind is blowing In an apparent shout The trees they sway This way and that Moving with the wind Like some foreign dance The movements are magic And the noise is their song The trees are alive Of this I'm not wrong Even when the leaves are gone The trees still dance And sing their song A gentle hush is what they make A moving sound And breath it takes The branches are moving Every which way Their location is one But they enjoy the restraints For they know That where they are Is where they should be And their movement Is of the most beautiful simplicity.
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May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 11:45 AM UTC
The Tree's, They Dance
Going outside just to wander Walking round the world about The wind is blowing In an apparent shout The trees they sway This way and that Moving with the wind Like some foreign dance The movements are magic And the noise is their song The trees are alive Of this I'm not wrong Even when the leaves are gone The trees still dance And sing their song A gentle hush is what they make A moving sound And breath it takes The branches are moving Every which way Their location is one But they enjoy the restraints For they know That where they are Is where they should be And their movement Is of the most beautiful simplicity.
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adam-long
May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 11:45 AM UTC
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