Walk around the meadows,
with its fog and its shadows
and notice the light
That sparkles so bright
Making the beauty of the field
and all plants to yield,
the colors of the sun.
Where all life begun.
Walk around the meadows,
with its fog and its shadows
and notice the dew
on all that grows and once grew.
Making the beauty of the shadows
near the grass on the meadows
complete each other, by
sprinkling them from the sky.
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