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作曲 : Lucas Lanthier |
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She stirs a cauldron in fingers of sun that are coming undone. |
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Intrepid insects play in the gaps of shadow and summer dust. |
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But raindrops would leak through the cottage skin of thatch and straw. |
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"Oh, beetles, please staunch those wounds in the roof 'ere the rainy clouds gather !" |
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She sees half-bugs tumbling down, bitten and chewed upon! |
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She chides and scolds him, his mouth full of carapace, antennae and wings! |
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Her voice is music! |
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He hugs himself blue and laughs his way down to her. |
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She says that he'll do; she needed some meat to throw in the stew! |
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"Oh, no! We taste so horrible! |
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But then, we could be mutton-chops! |
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Or what if we left your supper simmering here? |
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It would stay warm and we could run with the deer! |
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Oh, no! You need to do your chores! |
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But then, you could be five years old... |
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A kiss on your lips will make you tiny and free! |
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You can scream like a gale in the forest with me! |
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We can scare farmers and frogs half to death! |
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And splash in the streams until we're well out of breath!" |
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Fingers of moonlight... wizened and gray, she takes up the cauldron spoon... |
