Goodbye little girl this time I’m really gone.
I was once strong like a mighty Oak tree.
My roots went down mighty deep.
I was there to be leaned upon.
The mighty Oak doesn’t bend in the wind.
The mighty Oak finally gives in and breaks.
I was once strong like the mighty Oak tree.
Now I’m broken like the once mighty Oak.
Goodbye little girl this time I’m really gone.







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