Look at the trees, how they blow in the breeze. They make me sneeze and sometimes
wheeze, but I love how the breeze blows the trees.

Then the leaves start to freeze then the bees catch the breeze that winter will seize, but fornow the bees just do as they please, as the beautiful trees still sway in
the breeze.

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