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The big tree holds our names; roots run like stories, long and low. Fingers read the bark we once sowed; stay long, let it grow. Stay long, stay strong; old roots, new song. Carved hearts, date lines, years pressed in the rings; we count our summers by the choir that gathers. When the wind turns pages, memory springs; again. Tell it again, again, again. Stay long, stay strong; old roots, new song, and the drone settles back into shade like home.
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(Whoo) shade like home. Big old tree holds names we know. Roots like stories, long and low. Fingers trace the bark we used to sow. (Stay long) let it grow. Stay long, stay strong Old roots, new song Stay long, stay strong Old roots, new song Carved hearts, date lines, years inside the rings. We count our summers by the choir that sings. When the wind turns pages, memory springs. (Again) it brings. Tell it again… again… (again…) Stay long, stay strong Old roots, new song Stay long, stay strong Old roots, new song (Drone settles)
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