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Oh lover tree,
can I meet you once more?
I carved her name in the spring's first light.
The branches grew tall,
their love so pure.
Now I grow, but the wounds remain tied.
Tied loose, but my heart stands still.
Wounds grow,
and they never heal.
In the silence of the night I hear
the garden sings, my soul draws me in.
I reach out, feeling so alone,
but your voice calls me back home.
home.
