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He had pushed by chance
In our backyard without knowing it
Like a blind man in the dark, my tree
He was so small he was my friend
Because I was very small like him
I expected spring from him
With two or three silver flowers
A little green, a little white, my tree
And my life clung to this light tree
Who grew up as I grew up
I knew that through love
With a little water every day
It would blow up the yard, my tree
That he would climb for joy, well over my roof
To touch the Sun with your fingers
When spring was given to us
The whole court looked at him
Wondering how far my tree would go
But I knew he would go very, very far
That he would go up to the Sun, at least
One day I had to win, I traveled, I worked
But I haven't forgotten my tree
If I come home and he's still there
Who knows if he will recognize me?
My tree, my tree, my tree
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