Tree of Death

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You  and Me


Here we see


We're climbing a tree


And as I look to see


A beautiful smile staring back at Me


But once we're up in the tree


I look and see


You're no longer with Me


You were never with Me


And now I fall


Fall out of the tree.


To the ground I see.


SPLAT.


And now I'm dead...


dead below the tree.

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