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In My Clearing Where
It Never Snows
Part I
In my clearing, where it never snows
I learn of things that nobody knows.
When the birth of spring
Brings new joy
Beneath the canopy of leaves
And new life to the forest family.
A tiny fawn, which brings joy to the doe,
And so much pride to the buck.
Young rabbits hopping through the fern
The corvae flying high through green leaves
Cawing and crying to me of all the things they've seen
How straight they fly into my home
All these things I learn from them
In my clearing, where it never snows
I learn of things that nobody knows.
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