In my backyard I have a bush
the branches look like they are weeping.
But that is fake, I go there while
my parents are in bed, still sleeping
And when I get there, I watch out
for there are branches all around.
Though yes, I know, it's simply dawn,
the birds don't make a single sound.
For half an hour I am the queen
of all the trees and bushes near my hours.
Deep down I know I love this bush,
but I'll be quiet as a mouse.
Nobody knows about this place.
And when they find out, they will be hushed.
I cannot spread my special thing,
it is none other than my bush.
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