Poezie
Stacks of hay
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Such beauty in their shape
The proud stacks of hay
I never change my heart
And never do they...
Such innocence you see
The pure stacks of hay
I never change my soul
But do they?...
I never change my mind
They never change their\'s
Because they\'re always the same
Amaising stacks of hay...
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