Cinnamon tree, graceful and free,
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We meet just once in a while but the spice in your smile is magic to me
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Cinnamon tree, wise and sturdy
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Your roots are firm in the ground to soak up what's around
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And make sweet seasoning, whoa
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Please rub off on me
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So I carry a little of your auburn hue,
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For spice when days are dull and dreary
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You bend your bows towards me,
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Times I'm weak and need someone to turn to
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You share your flavor, ease my misery
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Aha, you give all that you are
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And just keep on growing, your fragrance lives
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In all who know you
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Cinnamon tree, graceful and free,
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We meet just once in a while but the spice in your smile is magic to me
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Cinnamon tree, wise and sturdy
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Your roots are firm in the ground to soak up what's around
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And make sweet seasoning, whoa
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It still amazes me,
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I just think of one stirring conversation
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With you and my cup is filled with new infusions
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And like your honesty
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In the midst of all the sweeten chatter
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Your [?] taste, adds a real prospective
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Aha, you give all that you are
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And just keep on growing, your fragrance lives
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In all who love you
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Cinnamon tree, graceful and free,
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We meet just once in a while but the spice in your smile is magic to me
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Cinnamon tree, wise and sturdy
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Your roots are firm in the ground to soak up what's around
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And make sweet seasoning, whoa
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Cinnamon Tree
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Esperanza Spalding |