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The Valley Down in the valley where the grass grows tall, And the trees are filled with the Robin's call. I walk upon its rivers shore, To open my soul to the beauty before. I feel the wind, with its gentle kiss, Breath deeply the air; A lovers mistress. I see the rainbow of the butterfly's wings. Its choir of colors, encircling kings. Of mind and heart, of men and beast, On mothers breasts a soul can feast. I am but one, and that's fine with me. For the one shares the air, the water and valley.