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How Lucky Is The Tree
By Keith Fuchs
If I were lucky, I'd be the tree.
The weeping willow, watching you sleep
Through the window, nestled quietly
Dangling over the street.
How lucky I'd be
When the breeze blew the leaves
And occasionally you'd peer or glance at me.
How lucky I'd be
To see you walk by when you leave
Each and every day.
Oh...how lucky I'd be, to be the tree
Whose branches dangle over the street
In my bark, carved a heart
You and me.
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