I was glaring through the window of a train,
and all I could see were trees the same.
They were standing in the middle of a field,
They were standing in the middle like a king.
I was thinking the purpose of their life,
And they must be thinking the same old thing.
And then I saw a barren old tree,
It was standing in the middle like an old King.
And then I saw its root so deep,
And then I realized its standing against wind.
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