The Trees
Too much times had passed
by me you'll see
In my rings, my age
My age you'll see
So much fruit I've given
Given to thee
And never, ever,
Have i asked - something for me.
I grow and grow
Tall as can be,
But never have i asked
What my fruit - can give to me
All I try to be, is a tall tree
Byt Remember me
When shade i gave
And gave my fruit
For you to eat
Don't cut me down
Me your old true tree
I give to you all my fruit
And hope to make you, so happy..
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