In a land with no people, there is a tree without leaves.
And on its branches, for many impossible to reach,
There lies a hidden gift, that many will never see.
Adults and children, cruel or pure,
Journey forth, for the legend is spread far and wide..
A sinister wind blows,

The tree whispers softly to those that dare come close,
Pluck my fruit, and take your yearning heart away from me,
Only the purest may have the love they seek,
The rest are far too tainted for the likes of me.
They'll never love you as I do,
They'll never dream for you as I did,
I am just a tree of hope,
Who's seeds are mostly dead.

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