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The Tree

The wind, the wind brushing past me,
are you sad or happy
are you talking to me,
what is it you want,
with howling sound,
is it me you want to pull out of the ground,
The wind, the wind brushing past me,
sending shivers down,
I long to be free,
The wind the wind listen to me,
I am your friend,
its me
The Tree!
Written by liddell
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