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Deep Meadow Dance All lined up in skin tight leotards, buttercups wail thin as flutes, yolk and white blending in milkey melody Wisk of breeze turns a glee club of wheatfields tenderly toward the reaper Short-sleeved bees synchronize aria spreading propaganda flower to flower Oblivious to the roar of passing seasons, you sleep deeply in the meadow, In the deep meadow you sleep, completely |
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