All is Quiet

Sometimes all is quiet
And all is peace,
And there is nothing much to say
In the rustling of the leaves;
A child sleeps,
And a bird flaps its little wings;
And there is nothing much to say
In the rustling of the leaves.

Sometimes all is quiet
And all is peace,
And there is nothing much to say
In the rustling of the leaves;
A child sleeps,
And a bird flaps its little wings;
And there is nothing much to say
In the rustling of the leaves.
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