| We chose the spot, we dug the hole
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| We laid the maples in the ground to have and hold
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| As autumn falls to winter sleep
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| We pray that somehow in the spring
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| The roots grow deep
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| And many years from now
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| Long after we are gone
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| These trees will spread their branches out
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| And bless the dawn
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| He took a plane to Africa
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| He gathered up into his arms
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| An orphan son
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| So many years from now
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| Long after we are gone
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| This tree will spread its branches out
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| And bless the dawn
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| So sit down and write that letter
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| Sign up and join the fight
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| Sink in to all that matters
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| Step out into the light
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| Let go of all that’s passing
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| Lift up the least of these
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| Lean into something lasting
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| Planting trees
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| She rises up as morning breaks
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| She moves among these rooms alone
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| Before we wake
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| And her heart is so full; |
| it overflows
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| She waters us with love and the children grow
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| So many years from now
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| Long after we are gone
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| These trees will spread their branches out
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| And bless the dawn
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| These trees will spread their branches out
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| And bless someone |