The rising

The wind is blowing aggressively

But i’m hooked on strong

My friends coming and going

Wish i could go along


Sitting high on this tree

Cold wind blowing on us

Wish you could be here with me

On this eucalyptus


I look down at him

He looks back at me

I cant live like this

Without him in this tree

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