And the green birds bird it in the tall trees
And the soft touch I place upon your skin is
The softest I can give.
But none of the words in my list of words
Seem to contain enough meaning.
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In the castle the head housekeeper can't abide
The dirty floor. Meanwhile the Prince is at his writing desk
Making an entry in his journal. Music in the shape of
A flute drifts in the open window. The sky has a few clouds
But only a few; today is going to be very pleasant.