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as a flutist his flute.
She sings of joyfully understanding
ones part in the whole.
And as such she calls for a
heartfelt companionship.
Gently the wind touches the leaves,
as a guitar player his guitar.
She sings of truthfulness towards all.
Calls for more wisdom of the heart.
To be understood by the living soul.
Gently the wind touches the naked trees,
as a pianist touches his piano.
Playfulness of the divine order
of things is enjoyed,
by all whoms heart is beating
as one.
And as such she calls for more
oneness of heart, mind and soul.
Treesong
Gently the wind strokes the trees,as a flutist his flute.
She sings of joyfully understanding
ones part in the whole.
And as such she calls for a
heartfelt companionship.
Gently the wind touches the leaves,
as a guitar player his guitar.
She sings of truthfulness towards all.
Calls for more wisdom of the heart.
To be understood by the living soul.
Gently the wind touches the naked trees,
as a pianist touches his piano.
Playfulness of the divine order
of things is enjoyed,
by all whoms heart is beating
as one.
And as such she calls for more
oneness of heart, mind and soul.
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