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[Intro]
On the trunk of a tree, a girl
Carved her name, filled with joy
And the tree, moved to the core
Dropped a flower to the girl
I am the tree, moved and sad
You are the girl that wounded my trunk
I will always treasure your dear name
And you, what have you done with my poor flower?
[Guitar Instrumental]
I am the tree, moved and sad
You are the girl that wounded my trunk
I will always treasure your dear name
And you, what have you done with my poor flower?
And you, what have you done with my poor flower?