And these trees they dance in seasons.
Let the leaves fall once or twice,
And the ground gets softer.
"But these trees...these trees," she pleads.
For something more of something less.
And in it all, the lucid hope will blind.
Baby girl, get your sword. It's time to battle a forest.
Let the leaves fall once or twice,
And the ground gets softer.
"But these trees...these trees," she pleads.
For something more of something less.
And in it all, the lucid hope will blind.
Baby girl, get your sword. It's time to battle a forest.
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