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Two trees
Two trees on a lonely hill
Stand and belong together,
Near-at-hand, somewhere in Brazil,
Despite the time and weather
The one tree loves a night,
The moon and the starry sky
It sleeps under the sunlight
When the birds sing and cry.
The other enjoys a day
Waking up with a sunrise
And always wants to play
When a good mood arises
Two trees on the lonely hill
Have never talked to each other
Though they’re together still
And won't be split by the earth mother
