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A beautiful tree, full and round,
The winds of change, ripped from the ground
Now to look, to see this tree,
torn in half, like inside me
the winds sway to, and fro to fro,
cold as ice, from north they blow
a wicked tale, to long to tell
my life is fine, I've been through hell
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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart
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