There is a tree, that stands tall in a garden,
And all the world's people come to that tree,
Often enough it beckons for some,
But never for me.
For my soul that fruit is forbidden,
Never allowing my tounge to taste such sweetness,
Why do I climb for fruit,
That is forbidden by fate?
Once I land I feel sorry for myself,
Relief can only be brought by tears.
But the sun that is setting draws my eyes,
To a figure just on the horizon...














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