I am in a meadow, it's very quiet...
Flowers are beautiful, pinks, blues, and violets.
They sing, "Whshhh, whshhh..."
The grass tells them, "Shhh, shhh..."
The wind whistles to the tune,
The crickets will catch on soon.
Then I will catch on,
And softly whisper the meadow's song.
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