Under The Blossom Tree
I used to sit up on the cliff,
Under the blossom tree,
And look out, across the sea,
From under the blossom tree.
There I would write my poems,
Under the blossom tree,
And part of me will always be,
Under that blossom tree.
Under the blossom tree,
And look out, across the sea,
From under the blossom tree.
There I would write my poems,
Under the blossom tree,
And part of me will always be,
Under that blossom tree.
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