O Trees O Trees
How ist thou so wise?
With n’e’er a whisper
And you ain’t got no eyes.
O Trees O Trees
The calm thou bestow
Thine wrinkles tell none
Of wot thee must know
O Trees O Trees
I beg of thine, plix;
Excrete with yon leaves
Thou knowledge o’ sticks.
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