The Beauty of a Tree
The beauty of a tree
As it sways with the wind
Tall, flowing, and free
Too strong to bend
The beauty of a tree
As it blooms in spring
It is a sight to see
It is a glorious thing
The beauty of a tree
I wish to know
But, the beauty of a tree,
Is not mine to grow.
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