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chrystal
chrystal
Mexican Glistening in the foggy morning breeze / I hear i hear someone calling my name / A voice that said to me / Im hear than there im everywhere / Going through the tuff trees like a maze / Just to see where this voice is echoing from / Sounding a bit like a drum / My corpse is yet numb / I yet continue to this voice / I spot a tree yet up the hill / To find out this voice is only a tree / A tree a tree that stands tall / With hair long like mine / I visit this tree everyday / And i named it willow, willow my tree