Calm.
Calm is what we wish to be.
Relaxed and happy as we see,
The gentle beads on dark green trees.
Calm.
Calm as the wind flowing through your hair.
And quiet birds flying through the air.
Calm.
Calm is what we wish to be.
Relaxed and happy as we see,
The gentle beads on dark green trees.
Calm.
Calm as the wind flowing through your hair.
And quiet birds flying through the air.
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