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The barest tree
Still has a pile of leaves
At its feet
And the wilted flower
Still remembers the hour
He held his head high
And never looked from the sky,
At all.
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The barest tree
Still has a pile of leaves
At its feet
And the wilted flower
Still remembers the hour
He held his head high
And never looked from the sky,
At all.
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