The Crooked Tree
The crooked tree
Leans over me
Above my Head
The branch is dead
Yet the leaves are green
Where I sit and dream
It hears my cries
As tears from my eyes
Won't let it die
Until my death
Thats where I'll be
Just me only
And the crooked tree.
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