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In the garden where we planted the seeds There is a tree as old as me
Brown trees were sown by the color of green Ground had rollers then passed its knees
By the cracks of its skin I climbed to the bottom I climbed the tree to see the world
When the gulls came round to blow me down Held on as tightly as you held on me
When the gulls came round to blow me down Held on as tightly as you held on me
In the garden where we planted the seeds There is a tree as old as me
When the gulls came round to blow me down Held on as tightly as you held on me
When the gulls came round to blow me down Held on as tightly as you held on me
When the gulls came round to blow me down Held on as tightly as you held on me
