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I'm surrounded by trees and empty fields and the monotonous draw of everyday day life. But the trees they are beautiful, they'll shadow my fears without a shadow of doubt. But only the trees. The trees. Man is too self-absorbed to be truly affectionate. Man cannot help, with words. My lovely trees. They do not speak. They do not move. They stand a silent justification to mother earth and all she has done.
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Feb 10, 2012
Feb 10, 2012 at 8:05 PM UTC
The Trees, My Trees
I'm surrounded by trees and empty fields and the monotonous draw of everyday day life. But the trees they are beautiful, they'll shadow my fears without a shadow of doubt. But only the trees. The trees. Man is too self-absorbed to be truly affectionate. Man cannot help, with words. My lovely trees. They do not speak. They do not move. They stand a silent justification to mother earth and all she has done.
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Feb 10, 2012
Feb 10, 2012 at 8:05 PM UTC
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