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we listen and all nature speaks -- the ripples laughing in the creeks a rumble from the rocks is heard the mournful singing of a bird our brothers, sisters, towering trees, healers, keepers of histories leaves will fall, buds grow again, gray branches sing their sad refrain we listen...
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