behind my windowÂ
is a treeÂ
that blooms
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and thoughÂ
these bone dry blues are cruel
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Cruel!
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i find myself dancing
stump bough apple lush and true
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i am the hidden fruit
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andÂ
The Tree of Life
isÂ
climbing
thriving
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that Holy Bearing Life TreeÂ
isÂ
Me
isÂ
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You!