My home is a cabin
Surrounded by trees
I don’t live there any more
I wander the streets of the city
Homeless and alone
I came to the city to find love
Friendship and cheer
At least in the cabin
I had peace
No I’ll stay in the city
I’ll make my way
You see I am lonely
People they live in the city
The trees they are beautiful
I have great respect for them
But they are trees
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