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Cumulus clouds scattered in the sky, flocks of geese flying by. Butterflies fluttering all about, luscious green fields untouched by drought. White daisies flourishing in the field, a lonely Oak Tree stands to shield. Somehow, I relate to this lonely tree, somehow, I feel this tree is me.
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