Through that seed that sings flowers,
that flower that cries pollen,
that cycle which keeps life green...
Through the shining grass,
those sun-soaked fields,
and the mighty oak....
Celebrate the longest day,
for tomorrows hold no promises.
that flower that cries pollen,
that cycle which keeps life green...
Through the shining grass,
those sun-soaked fields,
and the mighty oak....
Celebrate the longest day,
for tomorrows hold no promises.
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