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I want to be a Tree
Up until now I was comfortable with who I am
An average looking guy with impeccable taste
What if I was a girl?
What would change?
Would it be better than now?
Or would it just be strange
I'm tired of not knowing
Wondering and dreaming
Because reality hits me in the chin
As I wake up looking at the ceiling
I just want to be a cute girl
With my personality intact
Not this manly figure
Who knows what he is a fact
So I sigh and look out my window
With a tree flowing in the wind
Stretching out to the clear blue sky
Carrying a warm grin
I smile at the sight, as I often do
Dream about being a tree dancing in the wind
Dancing in the wind with you
A tree with no dreams, but a tree with happiness nonetheless
A tree in the snow, on a hill, touching the sky...
right next to my desk
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