The Apple Tree

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The Apple Tree

He used to pick apples for me

From the tree in our backyard

We'd sit underneath that old tree

Eating apples all afternoon

Then he grew up and got new friends

He went out partying every day

And left me standing in the doorway

Watching him leave me behind

One day he left and didn't come back

I found out the next day he'd died in a crash

I spent the day under that apple tree

Trying so hard not to cry

After the funeral I went into the backyard

And tried to pick and apple myself

But even when I used a chair I couldn't reach

And I was left sitting there alone.

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