I sit under a grand old tree the leaves softly float to the ground the earth around me green but the roots on this old tree an unforgiving brown I used to sit here on my lonesome and wonder and laugh on the outside but on the inside, I always seem to cry but now it doesn't bother me the leaves just float on by so now I watch and listen to the story of my life I wonder if it's over but it's only just begun I wonder about this tree I wonder about the sun it shines on me so brightly it shines on this old tree it makes me warm inside to think it's shining on me
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CIRMOS CICA HAJ,
HOVÁ LETT A VAJ?
OTT LÁTOM A BAJUSZODON
MOST LESZ NEKED JAJ!
NAGYON TETSZIK NEKEM IS EZ A KÉP
De még milyen jó kép! És nagyon tetszik, hogy fel van tűzve a haja. Nagyon jól áll neki.
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