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When an old strange tree has lost all its leaves The wind of shame acclaims its life which leaves. A girl sits in this horror show and of distress Wants to sleeping on him to feel the world in less. She's like a frail flower shattered in the disgrace Who never find again the sunny grace. Her hand under a fear slowly caresses The strong skin of her host. She guesses All its dark problems without any answers 'cause she has lived them also as all flowers. If we can't see the light in the sky It...