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When The Trees Are Singing
When the trees are singing
That is when a moon will become
More than a moon
And it's light a holy
Lamp
The last little light
In all the earth
And the leaves will become
More than leaves
And their thick veins
All dancing
And feeling
When the sun listens closely
When the dark whispers silently
When the ancient becomes new
And the simple becomes grand
When we are gathered
You and I
And the trees are singing
Love
Becomes more than love
