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In My Clearing Where
It Never Snows
Part II
In my clearing, where it never snows
I learn of things that nobody knows.
With the coming of age of summer
Also comes the strangeness of growing up
As the forest inches higher
The days grow longer
The fawn gets bigger with antlers for a crown
And the animals bow down as he passes
And the nightingale sings of his glory
As the corvae caws the prince's name to the sky
The forest floor grows thick with fern and flowers
And the corvae tell me tales
Tales of the princes of the past
In my clearing, where it never snows
I learn of things that nobody knows.
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