There is the sky,
Where the birds fly.
There is a stream,
Where the fishes swim.
There comes the rain,
Where it sounds like a train.
There comes the snow,
When the chills flow.
There is spring,
When the scent makes my nose sting.
There is fall,
When the fallen leaves make me roll
Where the birds fly.
There is a stream,
Where the fishes swim.
There comes the rain,
Where it sounds like a train.
There comes the snow,
When the chills flow.
There is spring,
When the scent makes my nose sting.
There is fall,
When the fallen leaves make me roll
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