The tiniest bug
On the largest tree
No-one there
The way you see him
The smallest season
In the longest year
Days to short
Like your temper with me
Your smallest emotion
With your largest love
Holding hands
Your feelings for her

The tiniest bug
On the largest tree
No-one there
The way you see him
The smallest season
In the longest year
Days to short
Like your temper with me
Your smallest emotion
With your largest love
Holding hands
Your feelings for her
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