I walk quietly out the front door
the earth before me shines her pearly bright head
and I listen softly to the drums of her gentle simple tongue
for this game she plays with my heart
why must it stir so strongly amongst the young..
the young of her bussom, waiting for their time in the sun
but you see
mother nature knows nothing less than this simple fun
to lay herself simply upon the dreams of your awaiting tongue
sipping fairy dreams to the quests of this nimble and young
so this walk to which I have arisen many times before
it stirs me quietly as I walk gracefully out the front door...
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