And when the land begins to call
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The sprites they dance
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The leaves they fall
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The change's begun
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and what remains
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Not even thoughts ?not even names
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We can remember can forget
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We can achieve the highest aims
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But we won't change the rules we're depending on
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Now the freak of nature's holding up
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the mirror to the haughty thoughts
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Our brains are filled up
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Don't you feel the earth is trembling to heal
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the wounds we injured to her heart
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The things are easy as they are
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And when the land begins to call
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The sprites they dance
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The leaves they fall
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The change's begun
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and what remains
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Not even thoughts ?not even names
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And when the time begins to fade
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The side-scene changes because it's late
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We cannot keep ?we drop the ball
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For now the land begins to call
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Autumm
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| Fools Garden |
