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BORN FROM JUST A SEEDLING,
MANY YEARS AGO,
NOW THE TALLEST IN THE FORREST,
UNRIVALED IN YOUR GLORY..
NO ONE DOES DEBATE.
YOUR LIFE WAS LONG,
ONE HUNDRED TOLD,
COUNTED IN YOUR RINGS.
SO MUCH YOU'VE SEEN,
THE GOOD..THE BAD,
THE SCARS OF MAN THAT PASSED.
THEY CAME..
THEY SAW..
THEY CUT YOU DOWN,
THEN LOADED ON A TRUCK.
PLACED WITHIN,
THE VILLAGE SQUARE,
ADORNED WITH GLASS AND LIGHTS.
THE CHILDREN'S GLEE,
IS UNCONTAINED,
READY TO JUST BURST.
THEY GATHER ROUND,
TO OOH AND AAH,
AND SING THEIR HOMAGE SONGS.
THE DAY DOES PASS,
THE SEASON ENDS,
NOW NO USE FOR YOU.
THEY GRIND YOU UP,
AND HAUL AWAY,
THEN THIS THE END OF YOU.
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