The wind is howling through the oak tree,
Walking across the field,
The edge of the road bends the poplar
All the way to the bottom.
The stature is high, the leaf is wide
Why does it turn green?
Around the field, like the sea
Wide and blue.
And the ash tree creaked now and then.
The wind is howling through the oak tree,
Walking across the field,
The edge of the road bends the poplar
All the way to the bottom.
The stature is high, the leaf is wide
Why does it turn green?
Around the field, like the sea
Wide and blue.
And the ash tree creaked now and then.
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