How many people walking slowly in the dark,
Loving our trees, our magic,
Have been attacked, their faith shattered?
Trees no longer sacred but hiding places,
Midtown no longer magical but scary?
Few words. A lot of imagination.
How many people walking slowly in the dark,
Loving our trees, our magic,
Have been attacked, their faith shattered?
Trees no longer sacred but hiding places,
Midtown no longer magical but scary?
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