| For seven years I’ve stood right here
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| And the flowers grow green by day
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| All for the yarns that I was told
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| I spread my arms when they grew cold
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| And warded off the rain
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| The bigger the tree, the deeper the root
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| The grass that is trodden underfoot
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| Give it time and it will surely rise again
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| I’m rocked by winds and I’m soaked by rains
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| And I bow and sometimes bend
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| Until I fall and crush the forms
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| Of a few small friends who stood through storms
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| And who will rise again
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| The bigger the tree, the deeper the root
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| The grass that is trodden underfoot
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| Give it time and it will surely rise again
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| It’s love to dust, the Derby’s just
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| Be do it or be done
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| Wild to wind and wise to pain
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| Wizard of the worldly game
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| Treason into trust
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| The bigger the tree, the deeper the root
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| The grass that is trodden underfoot
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| Give it time and it will surely rise again |