Music is in all growing things And underneath the silky wings Of smallest insects there is stirred A pulse of air that must be heard Earth's silence lives, and throbs, and sings.
Music is in all growing things And underneath the silky wings Of smallest insects there is stirred A pulse of air that must be heard Earth's silence lives, and throbs, and sings.
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