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All well done,
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our little heads put into
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the holy
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spring.
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Life comes in a herd
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life's shed found
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life's foal runs away
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life's faking its own death
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life's idiots dance for life
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life's daydreaming reflects around
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life's son talks to dad
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life's beauty pops out of rocks
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life's floats the water atop
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life's dirty clothes are all nicely washed
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life's forms are noticed
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life's earthly rainbows met
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life's personal form individualized
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life's pondering form woke at sunrise
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life's envoys stand on hilltops
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life's own son laughs at our lot
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puts a lake full of tears.
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Berci came along to watch,
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how our bell rang and its voice floated
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above thousands of meters
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where we luckily avoided death.
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| our little heads put into |
