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