Down the road, a little girl,

I remember walking

To That Chestnut Tree.

In my little baby blue dress,

and the thick, shiny ribbons in my hair.

My jolly, red cheeks bouncing up and down.

That Chestnut Tree,

I went there,

For you to meet.

I have had my share

Of child romances,

And fake Hollywood moments.

When I am 100 years old,

I will be able to look back and go

To That Chestnut Tree.

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