| He takes his can, sets out for his tree
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| He’s doing this every week
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| This tree accompanied him his whole life
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| It sees him laughing but also cry
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| While watering this tree
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| We can watch both growing
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| Shafts of sunlight on his skin
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| He sees gratitude in the wind
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| And he knows he’s not the only gardener
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| And that a time comes
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| When trees can grow on their own
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| Water drop for water drop
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| Tear for tear
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| This tree has a history
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| Once, it was just a seed
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| And he knows that this shows
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| That a small seed can become a big tree
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| Shafts of sunlight on his skin
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| He sees gratitude in the wind
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| And he knows he’s not the only gardener
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| And that a time comes
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| When trees can grow on their own
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| And he knows he’s not the only gardener
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| And that a time comes
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| When trees can grow on their own
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| And he hopes that summer comes already in spring
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| And he hopes that summer comes already in spring
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| And he hopes that summer comes already in spring
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| So that he can profit from its warmth, from its warmth |