The cherry tree looks like a parasol
I rest beneath it on a neighbour’s wall
I shall not tell of hate or love painful
The cherry tree looks like parasol
Mental pain needs more than Panadol
Today a hot blue sky is just symbol
Here no vultures fly nor magpies call
The cherry tree looks like a parasol
I sit beneath it on a neighbour’s wall
Mental pain needs more than Panadol
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How my heart sings 