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Nov 2012
I realize now
You are a tree
That stands there quietly watching me
You're tall and green
And you can sing
Like a flock of birds
But do you trees know, how much this hurts?
How do you think I feel, my dear?
Among the weeds, just standing here
I water every root each day
I sing you songs along the way
I stroke your branches and don't whine
I tell you tales to pass the time
The time until you realize
Of the whole forest, but I am wise
Until you find that you love me
I'll just sit here singing
To my tree
Robyn
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Robyn  Seattle, WA
(Seattle, WA)   
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