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REMEMBER
The air,the air,it whispers,
remember,remember
the ides of November,
when the willow trees swayed,
to the alpian breeze,
remember the soft hoar,
the grasses shivered,
the streams,they trembled.
Behold,the creek,
do you remember the creek?
and the majestic ridges,
where from the hills' nook
the shy spring sun smiled.
where the bunnies hopped
to nature's concerto
and the train's engine
like broken beating cymbals
gave life to the sleepy meadow...
remember,remember
the ides of November,
when the willow trees swayed,
to the alpian breeze,
remember the soft hoar,
the grasses shivered,
the streams,they trembled.
Behold,the creek,
do you remember the creek?
and the majestic ridges,
where from the hills' nook
the shy spring sun smiled.
where the bunnies hopped
to nature's concerto
and the train's engine
like broken beating cymbals
gave life to the sleepy meadow...
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