Oh
my beloved tree,
can I see you again?
I carved my first love's name in the springtime's glow.
The branches stood in wonder,
gazing above
As the tree grew tall,
like her love for every young
Like the tree,
I quietly grew
Nothing stays the same, and neither do I
My wounds grow deeper, they never heal
Perhaps in this life, they never will
The quiet night,
the song drifts by I hear it in my soul,
calling me
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