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So you speak to me of sadness
and the coming of the winter

Fear that is within you now
it seems to never end

And the dreams that have escaped you

And the hope that you’ve forgotten

You tell me that you need me now

You want to be my friend

And you wonder where we’re going

Where’s the rhyme?
Where’s the rhytms?

It’s you who cannot accept

It is here we must begin
to seek the wisdom of the children

And the graceful way of flowers in the wind

For the 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 rainbows

They’re a promise of the future
and a blessing for today

— John Denver’s “Rhymes and Rhytms”

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