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I am a tree bearing it all She is my leaves I watch her fall If she's pretty enough they'll put her in a book or in a frame on the wall But I'll still be standing here in the wind cold and tall Just burn me down i'm tired of standing here alone Maybe if you plant a forest of friends I could call it home I could be turned into a chair or fire light to be shone I'll be something useful even if all I am is owned
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Dec 6, 2016
Dec 6, 2016 at 4:05 PM UTC
Phone Book Oak
I am a tree bearing it all She is my leaves I watch her fall If she's pretty enough they'll put her in a book or in a frame on the wall But I'll still be standing here in the wind cold and tall Just burn me down i'm tired of standing here alone Maybe if you plant a forest of friends I could call it home I could be turned into a chair or fire light to be shone I'll be something useful even if all I am is owned
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Dec 6, 2016
Dec 6, 2016 at 4:05 PM UTC
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