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How will you know When you pass through a forest If your eyes are Glued to the road How will you see all the life That abounds If your eyes are Always closed How will you hear All the sounds in the air How will you witness The beauty that’s there If you can’t spare a minute For the red breasted Linnet Or the little green Finch And her operatic pitch Or just for a moment Stop to admire The dappled twig arbors And the great blue sky Heaven has spilled out All of her flavors And all of this beauty Is just yours to savor If you stop for a second The Larks song is pliant Her cantor an echo That her fledglings can follow.
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Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 6:11 PM UTC
How Will You Know
How will you know When you pass through a forest If your eyes are Glued to the road How will you see all the life That abounds If your eyes are Always closed How will you hear All the sounds in the air How will you witness The beauty that’s there If you can’t spare a minute For the red breasted Linnet Or the little green Finch And her operatic pitch Or just for a moment Stop to admire The dappled twig arbors And the great blue sky Heaven has spilled out All of her flavors And all of this beauty Is just yours to savor If you stop for a second The Larks song is pliant Her cantor an echo That her fledglings can follow.
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aidengr
Irish
Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 6:11 PM UTC
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