Don’t cut me down
Lest you soon see
God’s saddened frown
I breathe with mirth
I give you air
The lungs of Earth
Show me you care
You’ve got a choice
It’s in your hands
But I’ve no voice
To change your plans
If not for me
You’d choke, you’d drown
Touch not this tree
Don’t cut me down
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