Song of the Magic Seeds

Weeping sky

We bring the sun

to make you glad

and fill you with the day

Quiet tree

We have the wind 

to make you dance

and fill you with our play

And you shall be glad

and you shall dance

and you shall come

to hear our song

and learn its tune

before it fades away

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