Tag: singing
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The Birch Tree
The birch tree in the corner of my yard / trembles with every leaf ashamed / every branch longs for sun and dew / in the shade of big locked doors
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My Dream
I had a sweet dream / still feel it so well, peace unfurled / peace has arrived peace is here / peace in the whole wide world
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The Joy of Singing
It is not now important what anyone says / the grass is beautiful and sweet is the joy / of singing.