I LOVE THE RED ONES MOST
I WALK THROUGH A FOREST OF PINES
UNDERNEATH THE IVY I LAY DOWN AND SLEEP
THE BREEZZE PASES
I HAVE AN AWAKENING THE BREEZZE KEEPS ME AWAKE
WHO CAN MEASURE HOW MOUCH I LOVE YOU
WHO KOWS WHERE THE BREEZZE IS FROM
NOR WHY THE FLOWERS GROW, NOW I KNOW THAT ITS BECAUSE THEY MAKE YOU HAPPY
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