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From buds, to flowers now to no more
The cold chill of winter showed it’s scorn
For the tree, once full of friends now lies
Dormant in it’s forever lonely state.
The tree watched all it’s friends disappear
Vanish into the wind or wither to the ground,
But they had so much fun in the spring and
in the summer, but when autumn came
The winter made it all grow dimmer.
Desolate through it’s dormant state
Hiding through slumber for time to waste
Taking no account for the days that were
For when will the spring come again?
When will the spring return?

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