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The Glory Tree pt2

The steep was ever silent on that night.
     The tree wept like it always did at night.
          All seemed normal to a layman,
               Never had trouble ever came in  

But still the demons stirred and had their fun
      For the wind was ever cold and thick as none.
          "I don't belong here," the willow told the lord.
             
 The sky then turned to thunder
 After those evil words had been uttered,
 Legend says it was deja vu,
 But only the silence ever knew;
 But no one knew the silence: 

And on that lonely steep it stood
Nothing but wonder ever could
And if it breaks—oh how it would
My love would break, ever should.

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