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So you speak to me of sadness and the coming of the winter,
A fear that is within you now it seems to never end, and you wonder where we're going, where's the rhyme where is the reason? And it's you cannot accept it is here we must begin to seek the wisdom of the children and the graceful way the flowers in the Wind.
For children and the flowers are my sisters and my brothers,
their laughter and their loveliness would clear a cloudy day.
Like the music of the mountains and the colors of the rainbow,
 there a promise of the future and a blessing for today. So you speak to me of sadness and the coming of the winter, A fear that is within you now it seems to never end, and you wonder where we're going, where's the rhyme where is the reason? And it's you cannot accept it is here we must begin to seek the wisdom of the children and the graceful way the flowers in the Wind. For children and the flowers are my sisters and my brothers, their laughter and their loveliness would clear a cloudy day. Like the music of the mountains and the colors of the rainbow, there a promise of the future and a blessing for today.
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