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Born of Oak To stand the test It is a test of Time Lost can a child become Caste among the Pine A Mother's Hope Her only Joy But mothers are too kind Doomed is a Parent's glory Thrown among the Pine In "His" shirt To stand before the Oaks A Father from the Vine Gone are a Parent's Pride Raised among the Pine Kneeling on The Ground that day The soil is sometimes kind My legs now scarred by Broken Vows Kneeling among the Pine Oaken Voices All around Oaks wrapped in Vine Frightened was a Boy's Heart Threatened with the Pine "Can you love?" "Can you Hate?" "Can you give us a Taste?" All Questions most unkind Fallen purity wets the ground Sleeping with the Pine "The brutal Winds Have torn Our limbs The Sky is seldom kind Naked are our Ancient Trunks Bared among the Pine Our offspring eaten Right on Our limbs Consumed are we in-kind Cast about Our children are Sewn throughout the Pine "A War of Trees" Said the Oak "If there ever was a kind" Lost are the Future's dreams Fighting with the Pine Go near, Go far But I think you will find Your Heart will break and Love will go When they're left among the Pine A Day long ago A Night far away And I have yet to find A path that leads safely out From among the Pine By The Mingo Knight
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