
I always hear the animals speak.
They tell me of things to come.
Their whispers are like a breeze in summer, faint and light with a touch of harmony.
Today they tell me my time has come.
I always hear the animals speak.
They tell me of things to come.
Their whispers are like a breeze in summer, faint and light with a touch of harmony.
Today they tell me my time has come.
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