they stopped at the stream;
one sat down
and one stood close by
and they both cried,
the little children
Why do you cry,
little ones?
asked the rabbit
Why do you cry,
pretty angels?
asked the birds
Why do you cry,
dearest loves?
asked the stream
A world is lost,
oh birds in the trees,
said the little boy.
I saw beauty taken away.
A time is gone,
oh rabbit and stream,
said the little girl
We saw beings wiped away.
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