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In my garden stands a tree

There, where the wind bends its branches

I want to cradle my soul

In my garden stands a tree

There, where his highest boughs rise

I want to stretch out my hands

In my garden stands a tree

There, where light touches its leafs

I want to warm up my heart

In my garden stands a tree

There, where birds build their nests

I want to linger myself

In my garden stands a tree

In my mind, where I once planted its seeds

I want it to last for good