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I have always heard the voices
just beyond the trees.
Songs that I remember,
riding on the breeze.
Whispering through canopies
on warm autumn eves,
Are the voices I am listening,
just beyond the trees.
I lie awake to listen,
lost in starry dreams.
To the stories told by voices,
just beyond the trees.
I get so close to touch the skin,
Of this living masterpiece,
but never can I break the barrier,
between the trees and me.
Ill never know who sang the words,
to those beautiful melodies,
because I can never venture
further than the trees.



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