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I walked with my mind down a long unknown road to speak with trees, who never had a chance to have there story told They are old, living in times of new, as they cried they ask "what did they do?" Nothing I could say that would make them understand, how do you describe the hate of man? As I walked away with my head down low, told them I will pass on their story, so here it goes
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Sep 6, 2013
Sep 6, 2013 at 3:26 AM UTC
The pass on
I walked with my mind down a long unknown road to speak with trees, who never had a chance to have there story told They are old, living in times of new, as they cried they ask "what did they do?" Nothing I could say that would make them understand, how do you describe the hate of man? As I walked away with my head down low, told them I will pass on their story, so here it goes
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Sep 6, 2013
Sep 6, 2013 at 3:26 AM UTC
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