Count in twos, count in fours, when youre feeling soft, treading ever so kindly Break it off, break it off, when you see it glow and youre thinking its ripened tout lheure, tout lheure, when you lift your feet and you know its me waving Scatter brains, scatter grains, count the dandelions and the plots they ripen Count in threes, count in fives, see the buckled wheel and the merrygorounding Spin your arms, spin your eyes, ever mindfully, ever carefully breezing Count within and count without, feel the bellowing and the diaphragm flexing Let it drop and let it bounce, count in melodies and the gravity breathing Count in twos, count in fours, when youre feeling slow, treading ever so fondly Cut it off, cut it off, when you see it grow and youre thinking its bolting tout lheure, tout lheure, when you lift your soles and you know its me smiling Scatter brains, scatter grains, count the buttercups and the melodies ripened Count in threes, count in fives, see the figureeight, hear the cherrygorounding Span your arms, span your eyes, ever presently, ever carefully freezing Count within, count without, feel the mellowing and the daffodil resting Let it drop, let it bounce, count the melodies and the levity teething
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