The old oak strong with roots so deep,
shades the ground at our feet
We climb up top to see the way,
but winds have now made it sway
Its hard sometimes to see the light,
to love too much and hold on tight
Hearts may fade without a trace,
telling you it needs some space
The love that's lost is not the end,
time will put that heart to mend
This Old Oak Strong stands so tall,
with roots so deep to never fall.
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