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The wind would find a tree A tree of beauty and fineness The tree he finds, he would love In this love, the tree would sway But she remains happy for the wind would stay But when she breaks, he would leave For another tree he will play
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May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 12:57 AM UTC
How the Wind Plays
The wind would find a tree A tree of beauty and fineness The tree he finds, he would love In this love, the tree would sway But she remains happy for the wind would stay But when she breaks, he would leave For another tree he will play
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May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 12:57 AM UTC
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