A tree is born to dream,
The green leaves are the
Jewellery swaying
In her ears.
But ah, the jewellery that
Embellished her greenish
Body one day, leave her alone
When winter will come
With deadly sword
And the happy tree will
Stand with bare jewellery
Looking at the gloomy skies
Where the moon never smiles,
The stars never twinkle.
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