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The Fir by the Forest
So grand she stands, That fir by the forest - Queen of the meadow And all she surveys.
Birds of all feathers Play in her boughs, Dance on her branches, And hide from summer rays.
Though regal, she is open, Though stunning, not aloof, Refined, but wearing The same dress each season.
Elegant and flowing, Her gown covers all, But cannot disguise The sadness inside,
For she stands, though grand, alone.
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