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Mother Nature
In the morning light, she wakes so bright,
With birds that sing and skies so light.
Her gentle hands, they paint the trees,
And whisper softly in the breeze.
Mountains high and rivers wide,
In her embrace, we all can hide.
With...
With birds that sing and skies so light.
Her gentle hands, they paint the trees,
And whisper softly in the breeze.
Mountains high and rivers wide,
In her embrace, we all can hide.
With...
