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I am like a tree,
For I stand strong,
Only by winds of corruption may I fall,
For this is a tree that stands very tall.
Craved into my bark are memories of love,
For the memories flew away in the shape of a dove.
My branches are bare no beauty to behold,
One day I’ll be cut down chopped and sold.
I survived bad weather rain clouds and all,
For this tree is me standing strong.