Song
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Peter S. Quinn
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There once was a tree so lonely
in the garden of new spring,
it thought of its gone years only
though birds sat on to sing.
Its dreams were about years gone
when it was so strong and tall,
and as summer was almost all done
its regret leaves begin to fall.
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