Tree of Life
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Mon, 13 Sep 2004
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Season come and season go,
From swelling bud to russet glow,
Through stormy howl and whisper, low,
Sweet breath of life
Ancient promise set to keep,
As titian tears fall, soft and deep,
Placating Gods so we may reap
Sweet breath of life.
Precious gifts flow year on year,
Long after we have gone from here.
Breathe the living atmosphere,
Sweet tree of life.
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