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Head to the lake and dance by the reeds

Sing the song of the shrubs and the winds

Hear the swans call and watch them glide

Lie down by the lake edge and watch the sky

Peer out and away at the lake's clear waters

Close your eyes, listen to the rustling of the reeds

Let everything slip away and let the reeds whisper

Meld into the grass and the wind—don't shiver

Shut your eyes and focus on the cool zephyr

Leave the city behind; there's nothing wrong being alone

Enjoy yourself while you can; we're both skin and bone

Let the reeds grow around us so that we can be trapped till dusk

Fall, let the rain fall, that way we'll meld with nature's buzz

Dissolve into the ground by the lake of abundance

Grow with the grass

Go on, grow, then we'll not be brown and wilted, but green and lush