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Saplings of the Sun

Some-somewhere
In the garden of the muted one
Aching neck from watching sun
Some-somewhere
By the chapel olde, I have been told
Allergic to Pip from the next row

We, saplings of the sun
Dance and sing along
To the rhythm of the bees

Some-somewhere
In the garden of the muted one
Trampled by children having fun
Some-somewhere
By the chapel olde, I have been told
Do I need a blanket when I'm cold?

We, saplings of the sun
Dance and sing along
To the rhythm of the bees