Buds on the trees, weak in the knees with a new heart Sing to the sky, oh might we try to make a true art Sick to the end, oh wont you lend this a new start Valve fire Sad that the seas dont topple the trees cos they have their ways Cross all your Ts come down with me so we can call off all day Sung still to breathe with halos of leaves us with a small part Course through
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