hear the children,
laugh and play,
out in the sun,
and in the sun.
a gentle breeze,
blows on their faces,
and blows their hair,
and cools their skin.
the crying tree,
with sticky tears,
cries today,
and forever.
she knows she's gone,
she knows she's gonna die,
for today's her day,
her day to die.
she'll be cut,
and she'll fall down,
for the crying tree,
dies today.
the children,
laugh and play,
out in the sun,
while the crying tree,
cries,
today...
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