| Cinnamon tree, grace falling free
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| We meet just once in a while but the spice in your smile is magic to me Cinnamon tree, wise and sturdy
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| Your roots are firm in the ground to soak up whats around and make sweet
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| seasoning, oh Please rub off on me So I carry a little of your auburn hue
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| For spice when days are dull or dreary
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| You bend your bows towards me Times I’m weak and need someone to turn to You share your flavor, ease my misery
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| You give of that you are
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| And just keep on growing
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| Your fragrance lives in all who know you
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| Cinnamon tree, grace falling free
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| We meet just once in a while but the spice in your smile is magic to me Cinnamon tree, wise and sturdy
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| Your roots are firm in the ground to soak up whats around and make sweet
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| seasoning, oh It still amazes me I just think of one stirring conversation
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| With you and my cup is filled with new infusions
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| And like your honesty
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| In the midst of all the sweetened chatter
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| Your earthy taste stand real perspective
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| You give of that you are
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| And just keep on growing
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| Your fragrance lives in all who love you
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| Cinnamon tree, grace falling free
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| We meet just once in a while but the spice in your smile is magic to me Cinnamon tree, wise and sturdy
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| Your roots are firm in the ground to soak up whats around and make sweet
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| seasoning, oh |