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Spring Evening
I bet I hear a million musicians
buggin a choir beneath the cedars
where the flowers are dangling,
disrupted by recent character
and change in the season,
I hear the children’s laughter,
a ball is bouncing, bouncing, bouncing,
the grass is cut fresh and smells sweet,
filling the atmosphere with enchantment.
buggin a choir beneath the cedars
where the flowers are dangling,
disrupted by recent character
and change in the season,
I hear the children’s laughter,
a ball is bouncing, bouncing, bouncing,
the grass is cut fresh and smells sweet,
filling the atmosphere with enchantment.
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