Sweet
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Rebecca Navarre
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Oh, what sweet music, this earth
does make. When the winds blow, and
the trees gently shake. The rivers
that grumble and rumble, so loud,
then low. Even the ice, mournfully
breaking. The sound of the snow,
when we walk the path, were making.
The rain that patters out it's beat.
The little birdie who tweets. Please,
treasure our earth, it really is, so
sweet.
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