Our language

I overlook the green garden
The wind is almost invisible
A sheep is bleating, nearby

Look at the evolution of
Our language, she is layered
She is a flight
And a hiding place
Some people make it

The green garden doesn’t make it
The wind doesn’t make it
The sheep doesn’t make it

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