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| Happiness is in the glorious trees |
| Standing still or swaying in the breeze |
| Tall, short, young or old |
| All are beautiful and precious as gold |
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| In the morning the trees are your friends |
| Oak, Elm, Poplar and Spruce |
| They're with you while you play |
| Watching you happily throughout the day |
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| But in the twilight and glow of the moon |
| The trees aren't so friendly anymore |
| They whisper and hide and creep around |
| That's when you'd rather be indoors |
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