This summer's day, so dull and down,
The brightest leaves seem a withered brown,
What chance of love- I clutch the twig,
The branch that had joined us was so big,
Today it snaps, it sets with the sun,
For no-one to climb or sit upon,
One less kiss on a collar, bare,
A ghostly revenge I'll render there,
If I can't have my love, then neither can they,
Our tree will not live another day
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