The language of the ocean is in its waves
The language of the tree is in the falling leaves.
The language of the stream is in its conversation with its banks.
The language of the sky is in its thunderous speech.
The language of love is in the blushing smile.
The language of the mute is in the dance of the fingers.
The language of the tree is in the falling leaves.
The language of the stream is in its conversation with its banks.
The language of the sky is in its thunderous speech.
The language of love is in the blushing smile.
The language of the mute is in the dance of the fingers.
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