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THE TREE NOW BARE,
STARK AND GRAY,
AS IF A LIFELESS FORM.
THEIR COLOR GONE,
THE LEAVES NOW SLOWLY ROT AWAY.
BROWN SHADES AND DRY,
CRUMBLE UNDER FOOT.
FROM TREE TO EARTH,
FROM EARTH TO TREE..
IN SPRING TO BLOOM ONCE MORE.
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THE BARE TREE
THE BARE TREE
