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WITH DAVID
The little tree, so strange,
Growing from the rock;
The deer at such close range;
All of us in shock.
Sometimes the heart stands still,
Change as we will.
bottom of page
WITH DAVID
The little tree, so strange,
Growing from the rock;
The deer at such close range;
All of us in shock.
Sometimes the heart stands still,
Change as we will.