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1d
The little tree
with the soft breeze, it danced free
Amused; at the tales
the breeze brought, it felt
The little tree had a dream
the desires of happy brim
To be like the red tree
from faraway place and have its roots free.
For my precious red tree.
Written by
Xasvel  20/F
(20/F)   
  64
     Mary Huxley and Jack Turner
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