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"Yet hiding within this
Jagged bark and branch,
The earth to which this body belongs
Running rings like paths trodden dust of mud
Hidden flowers of the forest
Ringing Singing
What does it mean to live on"
"Yet hiding within this
Jagged bark and branch,
The earth to which this body belongs
Running rings like paths trodden dust of mud
Hidden flowers of the forest
Ringing Singing
What does it mean to live on"
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