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Oh mercy, in the leaves so green that brush against my hands
Let the wind sing us our love songs as we sift within your sands
Don't answer any prayers they have, just lift our callous hearts
With the bursting rays of August and your cold raindrops of March
Let the wind sing us our love songs as we sift within your sands
Don't answer any prayers they have, just lift our callous hearts
With the bursting rays of August and your cold raindrops of March
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