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| Green Is The Pasture |
It is Autumn
We are trimmed and pruned
By the hands that love and care for us
To be ready to catch the Universal bus
It will be calling to pick up
All of us
We are the roses
Who never supposes
For we know we will always
Be watered
even when there are no hoses
Earth’s soil holds all the codes of Moses
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| I palpitate my circles of light and love to embrace and engulf you true! |
