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Dec 2015
Mother blames her child so,
For how her tree may grow,
The child cries and weeps her sighs,
For she wished the tree to grow,
For love between gods human things,
And nature from his hands he hopes,
That we will cherish them,
And help them make a stand.
Anna Eaton
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Anna Eaton
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   --- and Samuel Hesed
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