The Tree Flying High In The Sky
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Fascinating tree calm and quiet all day long
Slow-moving sweet breeze raising gentle waves
The birds sitting on the branches singing songs
The valley overflowing a tune in middle octave.
The tree flying high in the sky saw at night
Clotted hair-like cloud clung round the roots
Piercing the awning canopy mounting upright
Disappearing the morose misty earth under foot.
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