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The Tree Of Life The limbs on that tree of life grow heavy and many a bough will break As all in life starts to age the leaves get swept away. Age is but a number years pass and so do we To bathe in the sweet slumber as our souls finally are free... Free to feel the peace of mind and to dance with the wind The smile will show so easily when nothing is hid within. Once those boughs break all of us start to fall Some are in their prime in life and others seem to be cut raw. A warning, must there always be some sign of whats to come? If only we knew the timing of things would we really ever g...
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