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Gaze with our elm tree

Reaching high through sky as one

We beg for our leaves

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A day I sigh

I ask it why

In times of need

With thoughts I bleed

Ideas I held

Pushed forth and meld

On their perked ears

Just made real tears

 

Mirrored back in vain

There was no pain

For I stood strong

Unseen what’s wrong

Looked in not out

I felt no doubt

A day I sigh

I ask it why

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