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Jan 2012
There he stood
Listening to his friends
the voices of the trees
singing of their song

Hearing their cries
as they fall
to be chopped to bits
unable to sing again

He sings back
His most sweetest song
To sooth those who have fallen
To bring home their spirits

The standing friends
Join in his song
rocking the fallen down
into their eternal sleep
Trevor Comeau
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