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A tree, my love, can I see you once more?
The spring's first light, I carved your name
The branches grew, standing proud and tall
But time has passed, leaving me small
Like the tree I grew, yet stayed the same
My wounds still rob, but I play the game
In the quiet night, I hear your song
The garden's whispers, where I belong
Through the night still air,
your voice calls loud
In this garden, I am lost and proud
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