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As the troop near the edge of the forest, they become more and more warey!
Strange smells come on the wind and one or two become a little afraid...Then 3 or four and so on!
Strange smells come on the wind and one or two become a little afraid...Then 3 or four and so on!
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Lyrics
The wind blows gusts of new found smells
Unsettling one by one
As march tones down to huddled group
On tippy toes moves on
Reality in front of them
With warm and safe behind
How pale the fur and feathers now
On each and every kind
Unsettling one by one
As march tones down to huddled group
On tippy toes moves on
Reality in front of them
With warm and safe behind
How pale the fur and feathers now
On each and every kind
Symphony101
still catching up Christopher, enjoying very much !