The Tree.
I've been looking at an old tree,
Who grew up with my mother,
And he aged now with me.
The first leaves come out,
And advertise the spring,
I'm sitting in front of him,
And I would like to be lying on the side,
By his side here,
On this old tree.
Who grew up with my mother,
And he aged now with me,
But now is the time to die with you.
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Who grew up with my mother,
And he aged now with me.
The first leaves come out,
And advertise the spring,
I'm sitting in front of him,
And I would like to be lying on the side,
By his side here,
On this old tree.
Who grew up with my mother,
And he aged now with me,
But now is the time to die with you.
© All Rights Reserved
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