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Here, my trees, my spring Here, new life begins Here, the trees croak and moan as they make love to the wind Here, blossoms quiver and send perfume to a distant lover And beasts, overjoyed by their burden Fear not shame, seek no shelter He moves me too, tree dancer Here, wood whisperer tell me the secrets That you bend to
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May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 6:53 PM UTC
Pine Manger
Here, my trees, my spring Here, new life begins Here, the trees croak and moan as they make love to the wind Here, blossoms quiver and send perfume to a distant lover And beasts, overjoyed by their burden Fear not shame, seek no shelter He moves me too, tree dancer Here, wood whisperer tell me the secrets That you bend to
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F/Moroccan
May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 6:53 PM UTC
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