| Take a look at the oak trees
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| In the park standing tall
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| Like a tower of resilience
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| Despite the leaves that fall
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| Stripping them back to their fraught frames
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| All naked and on display
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| Like us they dress for the season
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| It will soon be spring again
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| But you and I were not designed
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| To be evergreens I guess
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| That it’s time to long for April to come
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| Am I willing to wait here again?
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| Although I’m hungry and I’m tired
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| And all the bridges I made
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| On the way are quickly turning into fires
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| And as the embers are growing
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| And no phoenix emerge
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| I guess another set back is
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| Another lesson learnt
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| Let’s strip it back to the bare bones
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| Though not a matter of choice
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| There’s still something of worth
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| In just an acoustic and a voice
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| As the new shoots start growing
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| At the start of the year
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| The tree is ready to deliver
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| Despite initial years |