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The Oak
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My Thoughts Weeds line the picket fence
Whitewashed walls, a painted defense
They crack and chip, now the oak shows
But there's laughter in the background
And that's the only sound I care to hear
Spider webs and cotton strings
Develop around the corners of the things
Sitting in the window sill, now the oak is gone
Hidden deep inside the heart of this lovely home
And that's the only thought I care to bear
My home is solid and my love is firm
The oak and the weeds in the wind squirm
Sturdy roots run deep in my veins
There's a dream that I have inside
I dream that the oak in me still shines
The oak is solid and strudy
The oak is whole and hearty
