The Tree
I had a Tree, in the dream hills where my childhood lay.
And I'd go there in the wide, long days,
And my Tree would listen to all that I'd say.
And the sun was shining brightly,
and the sky was smiling,
and the sun was shining brightly,
and the sky was smiling.
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