Memories Beneath the Roots

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I caught a glimpse of the dainty green---

The sight of which appeared so clean.

Plant a tree, o'er there

Let it bloom everywhere.

A place so profuse with dancing leaves

Where the crisp lies underneath the breeze.

Grow the charm, sprinkle water and pour your love

To breathe and stay alive.

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