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Poetry: Tree of Life
Tree of Life Upon this tree, on which we grow, Fruits of seeds our parents did sow, Through many a winter, This tree shall stand, Because its life isn’t gone, But hides under the land, These roots, though they grew first, Shall carry us though life’s very worst, If our roots lie in the soil of a good friend, Then this mighty tree’s height, never, shall know its end. |
