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Trees? Are We?

So, me? A tree? How could that be? You say they're much like humans If that's the case; as you might say, then I'm one from Sundarbans Passur, most praised Oh sure, that's it I'm sure you'd beg to differ Keora - most graceful it's been labeled with that you cannot argue But if you must, go right ahead with leaves of RED I'm Japanese Maple Dwarf Willow, the smallest they call going down the lines or Bristlecone Pines Oldest living tree -- Don't you dare insist this tree is me! But, the most fruitful there is Is the spirit that lives in the seeds that we plant day by day

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