Under the Tree

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As you draw near
I begin to fear
You won't take my hand
That it won't go as planned

But you sit with me
Under the tree
Under a beautiful sky
In a pleasant scenery

Under the tree
The grass grows
The leaves are falling
The rabbits are crawling
And we hear the squawks of the crows

Under the tree
Is where we met
Where I found my true love
It's just you and me
You come from my dreams
It's as if you're from Heaven above

This is a 'remake' of one of my older ones

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