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L y r i c s:
Old Oak Tree
by Crystal Eastman
I follow a fly
Into a green garden
Up a brown trunk
Of an old oak tree
I come here often
To waltz on Bark
And chirp with crickets
On the old oak tree
And I can see
From this old oak tree
The river mouth
And the river mouth
Whispers to me
This tree's my destiny
I climb so high in the old oak tree
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