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Trees, trees humand birds singscreaming the moon to come
Moon, smiling wideit colours the sceneblue, red and deep green
Green, green treesthey scrape the cloudsnothing can bring them down
Down and up againwhite seagulls floatbetween zeppelins
Fight the wars but never on my sidepaint the face of every unborn child
I feel, fullmoon shines on meand on trees
Ill Trees
Dirt, a bucket of dirta barrel of airantennas have no roots
Roots, root are deepthey spread arounddig deeper in the ground
Ground, hollow groundmade out of bonesbut still it feels like home
Home, home is greengreen is mudand mud is paradise
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