In the window, sees the oak,
A sturdy family same:
Flowers, and a moss coat,
Love did always bring.
Together, we love beyond
This night, oh, night’s mourn,
What the stars rest upon.
Hurry, after you are born…
…To chase love so rare.
The branches of the tree
Grow beyond all compare
To gaze upon the family.
Silver love like the oak
Stays forever in our minds.
Strong arms never broke–
Now all Heaven’s time.
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