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Wicked Tree is standing tall. All alone and there for all
To hang their woes upon its limbs, to hang their woes upon its limbs.
The child that grows within its bark can't contemplate this time scarred mark;
With velvet gloves and iron fist, velvet gloves and iron fist
I can't feel it any more. Its leaves don't even shine.
It wasn't just a waste of time.
Exploring faces from the past. Always change but still they last;
Echoes from a canyon deep, echoes from a canyon deep