With gnarled fingers of white bark
A treetrunk reaches for LeCar
A sad result of both being planted in the wrong place
And of being raised in the wrong sort of forest
Treetrunk reaches for LeCar
Treetrunk reaches for LeCar
Treetrunk reaches for LeCar
Treetrunk reaches for LeCar
Treetrunk reaches for LeCar
Treetrunk reaches for LeCar
Treetrunk reaches for LeCar
Eventually all the reaching grants results
A lesson in tenacity
A story of love
The heart beating ten sizes too big birch tree
And a little red French car
Brought together at last
A marriage of wood and steel
What nature hath joined
Let no man tear asunder
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