| Love and maple syrup goes together
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| Like the sticky winds of winter when they meet
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| When lonely lovers come to rest
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| Beneath the trees they do their best
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| But still they can’t be free
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| Looking for the world to be
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| Anything but what they see
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| Longing to be understood
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| By the heart that shapes the wood
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| If you go into the forest, gaze up through the leaves
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| And see the sky that’s almost wild
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| You must learn to understand
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| What makes the forest greet the man
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| Like a mother’s only child
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| In the north when when winter’s claw
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| Relaxes now to keep the laws of nature in control
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| People come and stand in line
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| To rob the forest of her wine
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| But they don’t feel the cold
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| Looking for the world to be
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| Anything but what they see
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| Longing to be understood
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| By the heart that shapes the wood
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| Love and maple syrup goes together
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| Like the sticky winds of winter when they meet
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| When lonely lovers come to rest
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| Beneath the trees they do their best
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| But still they can’t be free
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| Love and maple syrup shine like
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| Embers warm, like thoughts divine
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| They tell us it is spring
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| Love and maple syrup stir
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| The thoughts of people into words
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| Of songs that they can sing
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| Looking for the world to be
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| Anything but what they see
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| Longing to be understood
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| By the heart that shapes the wood |