The Tree
Once in my life I want to grow a tree
I want to plant it in the ground on my own
I know it won't happen with my heart of stone
When I finally get to that shoreline with the key
I will be o so joyful when I see the boat
full of water that will help me float
I am the tree, but I cannot grow on my own
I need some help from some friends with love
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