Tree of Death


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.


And now I'm dead...

dead below the tree.

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