The hill looked so gray, in the shadow that seemed to come from nowhere,
the lone tree cries
The lone tree dies.
No one will mourn, but the hill
All alone but surrounded by life.
A piece of the land, yet a gray lone island
Without companionship, but with enough love to share
There a sound from the sky
All against logic the skies cry
Crying for a lost hope a lost dream and an enormous need
From these tears there grows a seed
From the seed appears new life that will grow with every year
It will turn the hill in a lively place a sanctuary without fear
The hill won’t cry no more, i has all it ever wanted, it will last in it’s prime
It will stay on it’s place, until the end of time
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oh how pretty we felt back then, do you still remember, 'cause i don't
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