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The Hill of Lonely Trees

I was sitting by a lonely tree. The tree had only me.
It said something. It said to me, why have you come to me?
I spoke to it, I said dear tree, I only came to see.
It sighed and swayed. Aside, it said.
Here’s how this came to be.
And we got up and climbed on up the hill of lonely trees.

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