
the oaks
they are home
i was once an acorn
under a grove
the moon
she is my mother
the enigma
watching over
the fall
i am his son
the harvest of dirt
and light and water
wb
they are home
i was once an acorn
under a grove
the moon
she is my mother
the enigma
watching over
the fall
i am his son
the harvest of dirt
and light and water
wb
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