When the cool wind blows..
N the music flows..
Do not lay low..
For they call out to you..
They call out for your glow..
Let all your doubts go..
N come out with an arrow and bow..
To play like a murmuring brook on the flow.
N the music flows..
Do not lay low..
For they call out to you..
They call out for your glow..
Let all your doubts go..
N come out with an arrow and bow..
To play like a murmuring brook on the flow.
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