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As these patient maple trees hold buds,
I hold songs behind this tongue.
And I have stolen the throat of a small bird in joy
that I might sing of you in the distance.
As these patient maple trees hold buds,
I hold songs behind this tongue.
And I have stolen the throat of a small bird in joy
that I might sing of you in the distance.
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