The Gardener & The Tree - Amber

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Ambers in the sand
Try pick 'em up i cabt
I know some things are not the some way
So handle it with care
And lose it all again
My heart’s a thing you could have called your own
Oooh
You own
My heart’s a thing you could have called your own
Your own
Your own
My heart’s a thing you could have called your own
Sit upon a stone
Wont blossom by the sun
Certain of it was part of growing old
Ancient stories too
This towen rings a bell
When fire comes to burn the hopes you had
Take it as it is
And so the story is
My heart’s a thing you could have called your own
You own
My heart’s a thing you could have called your own
You own
You own
You could have called it your own oh oh
You could have called it your own oh oh
You could have called it your own oh oh oh
You could have called it your own oh oh
You could have called it your own oh oh oh
You could have called it your own oh oh
You could have called it your own oh oh oh
You could have called it your own oh oh
You could have called it your own oh oh oh
You could have called it your own oh oh
You could have called it your own oh oh oh
You could have called it your own oh oh
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