Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,

oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, When the hills are low with the lights at the end of the day

and we assure our children into the shade.

In the warm summer silence has Suspended of oft in the air

There are cricket saints alone.

Ancient songs of hope.

Ancient songs of ho are nowhere now deep in the forest that no one

does to see all over a young sparks more The Chu, Chu, the sons return to send the same to both.

Everybody takes the time to be.

Everybody takes the time making what to do, do, do, do,

but no one more, he left it to remember us when the fires go. As a tellerosma creatures over to strangle the lands.

We desert all we have as best as we can for the valleys and I see when I look right behind me at the seam of the

rocks and the trees it rolls.

It's angry.

All around the long they eat, now they know it's true

The sun's return to send the sun to earth

Everybody to earth. Everybody takes that I'm making work to do.

The flower, go, love, be loved to do remember us

when the

on the one-ram of my baby, my day true, true, true, true.

The stones return to send the song to earth.

Everybody does. Everybody thinks that I'm making what to do, do, do, do, do, do, do,

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