Thistle-Down
The thistle-down floats on the air, the air, Whenever the soft wind blows, And the wind can tell just where, just where The feathery thistle-down goes. And it tells the bird in a single word, Who whispers it low to the bee; And they try to keep the mystery deep, And none of them tell it to me. But I know well, though they never will tell, Where the thistle-down goes when it says "Farewell," It floats and floats away on the air, And goes where the wind goes - everywhere!
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"The thistle-down floats on the air, the air,..."
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