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The Lone Tree

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The lone tree
Sitting on the hill

Who is its friend
No one can tell

Others sit and wonder
But no ones to say

Who went up
To it that day

If someone had done
What it so had wished

It would still be here
And not as missed

No one can change the past
Only what lies ahead

But what would have happened
If it hadn’t laid down in its bed





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