Dedicated To the Fir Trees
People take you from a forest.
You are young and very beautiful,
unhappy brides of strong egoists!
They keep you for a few short nights,
and they decorate you
in glittering ornaments
for their own pleasure.
But when their festivities are done,
they remove from you
the fine ornaments,
and they throw you into the street.
Someone silently, silently cries
in the thinned forest.
Your sisters in white snow clothes
pray and hope to have
other, happier destinies.
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