Warm earth tones began to weave... Watching
their beauty... Feeling their worth so deep,
within... Blowing gently in the wind...
As you, heareth the angels sing...
Twisting, swirling, swaying...
Calling come play with me, we're playing
ale all come free... Out amongst, the autumn
trees... And underneath a moon so deep...
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