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I am the oldest oak tree I fall through autumn and I loose my leaves intitials carved into my bark for all to see yet through it all you have remained .. evergreen, evergreen I've seen the seasons come and go for so long my flesh I've carved for them I'm still holding on they transubstantiate my blood into wine some hate your needles but they're softer then mine my roots dig deep into the soil branches extend and then recoil the fire burns and my sap boils an acorn kiss I toss your way the wind it dances and we sway if only this feeling could stay Winter comes and we have grown another year though my branches will be bare I hold sincere feeling of the kind we have do not appear once in a thousand miles or anywhere but here lightning strikes and I'm aflame till rainfall puts me out again this lovely dance continues on your roots and mine are intertwined I search this moment and I find that when you fall I hope I'm all ready gone From Letras Mania