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One time a girl climbed a tree,
and in that tree was a boy,
Her brother she thought.
And the tree looked so glorious and beautiful
But it was just an oak tree.
And these two so loved the world that they brought forth a parade float,
One they built in their garage behind the oak tree with their own bare hands.
And the boy looked at this giant peppermint on wheels and felt pride,
Pride that It was produced in the Motor City, just like in the big factories
But it was just in their garage.
He looked at the girl, his sister he thought,
and like the little rascals they said let's put on a show!
And they paraded this float through the Cass Corridor,
standing atop the peppermint, pulled by white horses, or maybe it was a red Econoline van
And many of the blocks they traveled were empty, but some had people,
And some of those people cheered, and some laughed, and some even threw stones
And with their bare hands the two started to clap and sing and make up songs
And some people kept watching, and swaying and moving, and then one person even smiled.
And the boy and the girl looked at each other and also smiled.
And they both felt the sin of pride but they still kept on smiling,
Smiling from a new freedom, knowing that they had shared and made another person feel something.
And they thought the person smiling at them was a stranger, someone they didn't even know.
But it wasn’t just a stranger,
it was God.
— Jack White
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