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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.....

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