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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.