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I tie my dreams
On the branches of the trees,
And watch them
Sway in the wind,
And think about
What I used to be,
And hold onto a wish.
The wind blows golden air,
That blows through your hair,
Would you like to be
Up in the tree?
Or down here with me?
All that has passed
Will never outlast,
The feelings
I put in the tree,
And all the feelings
That go memory stealing,
Will come back to me.
The moon is red in the sky,
And all the colors reflect in your eyes,
Would you like to be
Up in the tree?
Or down here with me?
Tell me where to go
Where the winds not cold,
And hold onto
My shaking hands,
When the wires are tied
Up in the sky so high,
You can come down to me.
Theres a nest on the limb,
That looks over the land,
Would you like to be
Up in the tree?
Oh please come down to me,
You've got to come down to me.
Blaine McCanless
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