Lyrics:
be still, be still
Man walks among us, be still"
Everything hides, but I see them
I've spotted an old mother quail
I look close and see,
night, it is death, it's a trap, it's a gun
The oak when it blooms, a fox in the brush
A knot in the wood, the song of a thrush
The wood of the wind,
To a friend
While the brush
Dancing lithe
In its clutch
Can't pretend
That it wants
To grow old
In the shade
Of the painter's
Palm
But it does anyways
But it
To a friend
While the brush
Dancing lithe
In its clutch
Can't pretend
That it wants
To grow old
In the shade
Of the painter's
Palm
But it does anyways
But It
To a friend
While the brush
Dancing lithe
In its clutch
Can't pretend
That it wants
To grow old
In the shade
Of the painter's
Palm
But it does anyways
But it
night, it is death, it's a trap, it's a gun
The oak when it blooms, a fox in the brush
A knot in the wood, the song of a thrush
The wood of the wind,
night, it is death, it's a trap, it's a gun
The oak when it blooms, a fox in the brush
A knot in the wood, the song of a thrush
The wood of the wind,
night, it is death, it's a trap, it's a gun
The oak when it blooms, a fox in the brush
The knot of the wood, the song of a thrush
The wood
night, it is death, it's a trap, it's a gun
The oak when it blooms, a fox in the brush
The knot of the wood, the song of a thrush
The wood
night, it is death, it's a trap, it's a gun
The oak when it blooms, a fox in the brush
The knot in the wood, the song of a thrush
The wood
it is death
It's a trap, it's a gun
The oak when it blooms
A fox in the brush
The knot in the wood
The song of the thrush
The wood of the wind
A cliff,
night, it is death, it's a trap, it's a gun
The oak when it blooms / , a fox in the brush /
The knot in the wood, the song of a thrush
The will of the wind
It is night, it is death,
It's a trap, it's a gun
The oak when it blooms,
A fox in the brush,
A knot in the wood,
The song of a thrush
It is night, it is death,
It's a trap, it's a gun
The oak when it blooms,
A fox in the brush,
A knot in the wood,
The song of a thrush
night ,it is death, it's a trap, it's a gun.
the oak when it blooms, a fox in the brush,
the knot in the wood, the song of the thrush.
the wood
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