Every leaf is silent
In a city of smoke
Hummingbirds are being missed
On the branches of Oak
Listen, audacious mythmaker
The statesman of hope
Create your own destiny
And prose of growth
O tradesman of blue blood
Spare life tree and its branches
For you're destined to doom
Let them breathe
Let them dance in tune of natural melody
In a city of smoke
Hummingbirds are being missed
On the branches of Oak
Listen, audacious mythmaker
The statesman of hope
Create your own destiny
And prose of growth
O tradesman of blue blood
Spare life tree and its branches
For you're destined to doom
Let them breathe
Let them dance in tune of natural melody
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