Wind Fallen Tree.
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I hear the cries of crows
Whose domain space is lost forever
The nest is lying below
The cries are heard far
The tree they made the nest is fallen
The wind fallen tree is in coma
Not knowing the plight of crows and nests
Alas! life is somewhat accidental
Any time likely to fall in heavy wind.
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