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Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me,
And turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat,
Come hither, come hither, come hither:
Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather.
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Dear Rachel and Tom, these trees will grow with you in the sunshine and the rain and we hope they bring great happiness to the people who gaze upon them. Xxxxx
Donated by The Changing Markets gang: Alice, Elaine, Ignacio, Joakim, Natasha, Nuša, Paul, Urska and Suzanne
15/06/2018
