from the top of my tree i thought i could see you from each brance as i worked my way around leaving darling i m here carved in each i passed hoping you would admire my attempt to outlast the beating rain like a sheet on the line a fire s coming and it s coming for you soon my son tell me will you be ready is my question to you my love and i ve grown accustom to things that i will never understand maybe when i die i can come down and put your hand on my shoulder my heart feels so young but my bodies getting older god i m standing here with an open heart a fire s coming and it s coming for you soon my son tell me will you be ready is my question to you my love
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