The beauty of an apple tree
Only for my eyes to see
Living in my memory
As long as it chose to be
I watch the slow end of day
What I see I cannot say
In my mind it only lay
As long as it chose to stay
What fortune wills I try
Other lives may pass me by
What I am, I'll take to lie
Leave this skin and go to die
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