Rachel and I walking in the woodshed twilight
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Talking to the animals, listen to the trees
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She heard the beauty and the whistling song bird
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The rustling of the hickory
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The buzzing of the bees
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She wonders, wondering what could she bring?
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To give a voice to the silence of the spring
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One day came the big bulldozer
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The flames dropping kamikaze
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The people cutting trees
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Rachel saw the bald eagle suffering
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High up in the canopy, to the edge of the sea
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She wonders, wondering what could she bring?
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To give a voice to the silence of the spring
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And don't let tearing the big trees down
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They covering the crops with the clouds of spray
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And the bulldozers and the high rises from town
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Will come so close, you can't hear the forest sound
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Rachel wrote a book on an old type writer
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About poisoning the atmosphere
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And in the air that we breathe
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She told the truth and the world started listening
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She was talking for the animals, speaking for the trees
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She wonders, wondering what could she bring?
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To give a voice to the silence of the spring.
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Rachel Carson
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| Ellis Paul |
