I stand here under giant trees, leaving my sorrows in the gust of wind.
I sit here under giant trees, feeling lost like Little Red, straying in her path to her Grandmother's stead.
I wondered here under giant trees, soaked by the sounds of leaves rustling, and light patches dancing.
I lay down here under giant trees, talking with them, their wise minds giving me insight.
I stand here under giant trees, you must leave all upon entering here,
They will help you forget everything,
Under giant trees, you'll forget anything,I hope you come join me under the giant trees,
We'll all be friends, with a light heart and green sceneriesUnder giant trees,
We'll come as one//k.u.
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When I Can't Do Anything Else
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