Lovely last stand
Why don't we curtsy
Why don't we bow down
And show respect
Basket in hand
Why don't we gather
The fallen flowers
The memories of
Trees
The last tunnel of trees
Trees
The last tunnel of trees
Lovely last stand
Soon forgotten Something's gone rotten
Where's the respect
Hlding my hand
My little daughter
I hope I taught her
The meaning of
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Trees
The last tunnel of trees
The last tunnel of trees
Trees
The last tunnel of trees
The last tunnel of trees
Canvas is blank
Trees are forgotten
Days look like cotton
All puffy and white
Holding my handMy little daughter
Can never show her
The colours that night
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