Under a tree I sat,
with all of the things to be sad
The clouds is within this mourning heart,
raining and lightning struck it apart
Under a tree I sat,
with all of the things to be bad
The sun is within this avenging heart,
revenge and anger struck it apart
Under a tree I sat,
with all of the things to be glad
The wind is within this happy heart,
joy and laughter fixed it in place
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