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The trees are dancing with the wind Oh how long has it been Since I've seen you grin Remember sitting near the dancing trees We would sigh but still admire the breeze Oh how long has it been since we've been friends So tell me, why is it so difficult to make amends When everything else becomes too easy to let it end The trees aren't dancing anymore, what a shame The breeze has ceased to exist, nothing is the same But somehow I manage to feel unchanged And I perceive myself as being left behind Remember showing me that song about the girl who felt deranged I went home and cried because it felt like that was me I have become a time out of mind Just a distant memory But I am ready to understand now, the trees are dead now And by nature, it is something I should allow There is no more time to listen to your point of views Because everything in this universe goes through changes, people change, you've changed I miss the dancing trees, the nostalgic breeze, but mostly, I miss you And it is time to admit that I have become estranged
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Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 3:15 AM UTC
Dancing Trees
The trees are dancing with the wind Oh how long has it been Since I've seen you grin Remember sitting near the dancing trees We would sigh but still admire the breeze Oh how long has it been since we've been friends So tell me, why is it so difficult to make amends When everything else becomes too easy to let it end The trees aren't dancing anymore, what a shame The breeze has ceased to exist, nothing is the same But somehow I manage to feel unchanged And I perceive myself as being left behind Remember showing me that song about the girl who felt deranged I went home and cried because it felt like that was me I have become a time out of mind Just a distant memory But I am ready to understand now, the trees are dead now And by nature, it is something I should allow There is no more time to listen to your point of views Because everything in this universe goes through changes, people change, you've changed I miss the dancing trees, the nostalgic breeze, but mostly, I miss you And it is time to admit that I have become estranged
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Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 3:15 AM UTC
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