while blackbirds sing their matting song,bluebells walk on summer's dawn
like a gaint carpet laid out before,bluebels fill the forest floor
rais of sunlight piece the trees,to castle over bluebellsin the breeze
time stands still as you stop and stair,the fragrent cents of bluebells in the air
with silent chrimes of bells so blue,this gift is from nature to me and you.
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