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I Am Oak
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Ashen
When those birds have flown in colder times
When those trees have been cut and burned in the fire
And when the fire is out and gone
And when the fire is out and gone
I would try some times
To scatter the ashes in the holes
And bellow out a cry of sorts
Chase it with a sigh and then a coarse howl at the wolves
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