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When I die tomorrow,
tell the trees
how much I loved you.
Tell it to the wind,
who climbs in trees,
or falls out of branches
how much I loved you.
Tell it to a child
that' s young enough to understand.
Tell it to an animal,
maybe just by looking at it.
Tell it to houses of stone,
tell it to the city
how much I loved you.
But don' t tell a single person,
they wouldn' t believe you.
They wouldn' t want to believe that
only but a man
only but a woman
only a human a human
could love as much as I loved you.
Ceterum censeo OTF esse delendam.
Originally posted by Bun Bun
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