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He sat beneath the tall oak tree On a warm and sunny day Watching people passing by The Children all at play Then to his feet he slowly rose Defiant in his stance Of those so close to where he stood No on had dared a glance He thought about the wrongs he'd done Of those that he had hurt Greatful he had paid his debt He knelt down in the dirt Suddenly a cold, cold chill Had drained away his glow This is the tree (where he'd been hanged) Two hundred years ago.....