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In the dark blue forest,
Where the thin aspens tremble slight,
the leaves fall from the sorcerer oaks
In the light glade , the grass
Hares were mowing at midnight
And singing along
Strange and silly words:
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But we do not care!
But we do not care!
Let it be us all be afraid
Of the wolf, owl and fox.
We’v a job to do our :
At the most terrible hour
We mow the magical
Diabolical -grass!
Verse
And the sorcerer stocky oaks
Whisper something in the darkness
Near the nasty swamps
Someone\'s shadows rise along
Hares are mowing the grass
Diabolical-grass in the glade light
And from fear faster and faster
They sing a samely song:
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