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Tree
I hope that I will always see
Among the trees the separate tree;
The tree whose branches do not spread
Symetrically above my head;
The tree whose ordinary leaves
Are less than flames, or gems, or waves;
The tree that looks a bit run down
One that will, in time, fall down;
A living thing not unlike me
That, before death, has time to be.
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