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For the living, for the dead, for those who hang in between If to die is to die then why is there still something green? After the axes and fires that eat up these grasses and trees? Yes, trees leave their seeds and seeds leave their seeds for trees to never die Tell this to my ears and this to my heart so eyes should never cry To those we love, to those we think we  have forever lost We'll grow and bloom and leave more seeds for you at every cost.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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