In the forest,
Countless live
Right before us.
Do we see them?
Do we hear them?
Do we have a right to fear them?
Wings that flutter in the breeze,
Songs that play upon the leaves,
You needn't ask but if you must,
Yes you should believe in us.
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| In the dark, In the forest, Countless live Right before us. Do we see them? Do we hear them? Do we have a right to fear them? Wings that flutter in the breeze, Songs that play upon the leaves, You needn't ask but if you must, Yes you should believe in us. |
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