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We like snows
where the winds don’t blow.
It’s a glorious day.

Trees without a leave
taste white delicacy.
It’s a glorious day.

Friend ladybug
in a spotted costume dressing gown
is calling my name.

I’m home again
snowflakes on my pillow
I’m home again.

We love sunny days
when we’re awed and amazed
at the miracle of sunlight

Trees with leaves,
green baked mysteries,
what a glorious day.

Playmates of enchanted meadows
hear me whisper your names
come join in this joyous occasion

Miracles happen at home
time and time again.
The river is home again.