Let autumn leaf leave
Their branches, and
Brethren,
Let them fall in a winter
Less wood,
For love has found us,
Come sing me a song
Bliss of my mother,
For only that fairy
Voice could flaw me,
Let the kids run red,
Let's play like the lost
Children and pray never
To grow,
For Why should we Grow
Like goliath to kill
David in the day!
Let the ceaseless flow
Flourish.
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