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FIRST GLANCE,
THE TREE IS DEAD,
ITS LIFE..
LONG BEEN OVER,
AND YET IT STILL HOLDS LIFE.
THE BIRDS,
THE HIGH..
THE RODENTS LOW.
THE SQUIRRELS IN BETWEEN.
HERE THEY CALL THEIR HOME.
SO MANY TIMES,
WE DO NOT SEE,
THE SAME IS SAID OF US.
LIKE LONG GONE LIVES,
JUST MEMORIES....
IN DEATH ARE STILL ALIVE.
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THE DEAD TREE
THE DEAD TREE
