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While passing through the clouds of diamond dust. As two mock suns arise beside our one. The sun dogs guide the way towards the east. And set behind the valley of calm trees The destination
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, unrecognisable; like our love. The smell of leaf mould & the sweetness of decay. Are the incense at the funeral procession here, today. In the trees, those useless trees, etc. . You try to shape the world to
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, unrecognisable; like our love. The smell of leaf mould & the sweetness of decay. Are the incense at the funeral procession here, today. In the trees, those useless trees, etc. . You try to shape the world to
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wind has learned my name. And it's tellin' me that things are not the same. In the leaves on the trees and the touch of the breeze. There's a pleasin' sense of happiness for me. There is only one wish on
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Our language of love. The Battle of Trees. We fought side by side. No one had more Sharper consonants than you, love. And my vowels, well, were trusted First comes the Birch. Rowan followed by
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Is true love a trip to Chinatown. Or being held in one's opium gaze. Under the peach trees. There I'll sit and wait Is true love a long walk through Bryant park. Or being held in the month of May
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He was the King of trees keeper of the leaves. A deep green God of young love stained memory. We used to meet by him far from the hustling town. I loved you now they've come to cut you down, down
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Bible is true. No picture or painting can capture the beauty of any of these. The handwork of God is revealed in the flowers the sunset the trees
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morning. Past the blood filled streams. Into the garden of Jane Delawney. Into the garden now. Though the rose is fair. Don't pluck it as you pass. For a fire will consume your hair. And your eyes
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There is unrest in the forest. There is trouble with the trees. For the Maples want more sunlight. And the Oaks ignore their pleas The trouble with the maples. (And they're quite convinced
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There is unrest in the forest. There is trouble with the trees. For the Maples want more sunlight. And the Oaks ignore their pleas The trouble with the maples. (And they're quite convinced
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Southern trees bear a strange fruit,. Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,. Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,. Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees. . Pastoral scene of
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Fall, fall out of trees. Into the street. On my own. . I finally found out how long I can hang on. I've got this all wrong. My heart is scared, my heart is gone. . Now, looking around
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even taller than the tallest of trees" And this was the answer I felt. As down at her knees I knelt "On your knees you're taller than trees. You can look over all your heartaches. And son you can look
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Oh, the trees grow higher than the mountain. In the land of free love and goodbye. The rivers ever growin' the fish is flowin'. And the love lives in the sky In the night flies a team of white
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hide the route of my escape You can sit in the pine trees. You can feel at home. You can breathe a sigh of silence in the woods. You can bawl your heart out. Make your feelings known. Things the
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our John who's a father of three. . Only takes one tree, to make 1000 matches. Only takes one match, to burn A thousand trees. A thousand trees. . You see it in the classroom. In the swimming
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Bài hát The Waltz Of The Wind - Hank Williams. You were there in my arms, alone in the moonlight. The trees played the waltz of the wind. It was there I knew Id love you forever. As we danced to
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father of three Only takes one tree to make a thousand matches. Only takes one match to burn a thousand trees, thousand trees See it in the class room or the swimming pool. Where the match stick men are
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There's a fountain of hope. Living water for each of us. There are rivers of dreams. Flowin' through the heartache of this place There are children that flower the trees. There are voices of
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There is unrest in the forest,. There is trouble with the trees,. For the maples want more sunlight. And the oaks ignore their pleas. . The trouble with the maples,. (And they're quite
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dreams. Father who turneth the river and stream. . Father of grain, Father of wheat. Father of cold and Father of heat. Father of air and Father of trees. Who dwells in our hearts and our memories
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Can't see the wood for all of the trees. Can't hear the wind for the breeze that whispers. Voice in your head you like what it said. So what can you do but listen to it? What kind of fool. Lays
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blues Bluebird singin' in the trees, seems to sympathize with me. 'Cause he's not singin' like he used to do. Pretty waters in the sea, feel as cold as you left me. Blue must be the colour of the blues
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trees near. and the silent humming in the air. weak mortals stiffen by the fear. if do they walk by night here. spirit of that place is filled with fright. come here dark beauty of the night. to the realm
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The holly and the ivy. When they are both full grown. Of all the trees that are in the wood. The holly bears the crown Oh, the rising of the sun. And the running of the deer. The playing of the
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. Castles in the sand . Cradles in the trees . Don't cry, I'll see you by and by . Oh won't you come with me . Where the moon is made of gold . And in the morning sun . We'll be sailing . Oh won't you come
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sun. Caress of the breeze. Not the sound of the wind. As it blows through the trees. But the light of the moon. Belongs to me. Not the warmth of your smile. Caress of your hand. Not the love
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'neath the Trees. With Widows Pain That Sears. And a Bear. She Did Not Fear. As She Saw Me Drowning There And If on Misty Summer Night. You'll Hear Her Sing and Moarn. It's Maiden of the Forest
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When the south wind of summer. Sings through the trees. And the high mountain thunder. Hangs low in the breeze A strong heart flows over. An empty heart fills. And the south wind of summer
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search for the land of the lost. Join us in our search for the land of the lost. * Once again crossing the raging seas. To enter the forest of misery. Trees are closing in as the moonhawk. Cross the skies
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Now is the time while the soft wind is blowing. Now is the time with the trees full of song. Now is the time while the wild world is turning. To lie down together in the green fields of summer
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Now is the time while the soft wind is blowing. Now is the time with the trees full of song. Now is the time while the wild world is turning. To lie down together in the green fields of summer
