I am a tree,
Sitting on this hill,
There are no other trees,
Just some bushes and those things that crawl all over me.
I am a tree,
Sitting on this hill,
Watching the wind blow,
The rain pour, the sky darken, and my leafs go away from me.
I am just a tree, I am very lonely.
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