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Somewhere deep in a clearing way back in the woods Where those wild ferns grow And the man doesn't go Gathers a group of forest animals Around a watering hole Chatting about everything under the Sun
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Feb 10, 2018
Feb 10, 2018 at 7:50 PM UTC
Where wild ferns grow..
Somewhere deep in a clearing way back in the woods Where those wild ferns grow And the man doesn't go Gathers a group of forest animals Around a watering hole Chatting about everything under the Sun
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Feb 10, 2018
Feb 10, 2018 at 7:50 PM UTC
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