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Oak Tree
Sometimes it is lonely
in love with an immovable tree
but he is always there for me
his bark rough, solid and stoic
but his boughs rustle in a soft caress
birds coo from darkest hollows
I sing along, the parts that I can follow
softness of leaves falling for me
prompts that my own song begin
such tender rhyme, and sighs of joy
of love from my own bur oaken boy
in love with an immovable tree
but he is always there for me
his bark rough, solid and stoic
but his boughs rustle in a soft caress
birds coo from darkest hollows
I sing along, the parts that I can follow
softness of leaves falling for me
prompts that my own song begin
such tender rhyme, and sighs of joy
of love from my own bur oaken boy
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