There was a silver tree
Down by a river wide
That's where we would go
To hang our pretty things
& watch the wind blow
There used to be a tree
Where we took our pretty things
We'd hook them by a thread
Golden egg lipstick and feathers
Pieces of glass, chandelier baubles
And empty bottles of wine
And watch the light shine through
I'm afraid to forget you
I am remembering you
You were sparkling
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