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OAK TREE Those beautiful faces are all that I see And children running away from the mountain It's too late I am the old man in the tree I answer all questions asked of me But soon I think that I will die And be a bird "Then old man answer me." "Can you tell me what it means to die?" (Alt...fly?) Little boy can't you see? Why I'm in this old OAK TREE It's not because I want to be It's just to find the key And now that I've found eternity I find there is no reality And people who hide in fantasy (Alt...buy the fantasy) Are fools. |
