Pohon Songtext
von Sandrayati
Pohon Songtext
His body
Growing wise with rings
Steady, steady
So sure of how to be
Till there was me
And I planted with him
A garden
We tend and we tend
To ignore
I′m crying
That the beauty that he is
Is ready, ready
To harvest all we sowed
With or without me
For he is the tree
And I am the bird
Growing wise with rings
Steady, steady
So sure of how to be
Till there was me
And I planted with him
A garden
We tend and we tend
To ignore
I′m crying
That the beauty that he is
Is ready, ready
To harvest all we sowed
With or without me
For he is the tree
And I am the bird
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