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![]() Home ![]() The Paintings of Liza's Reef
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I think that I shall never see
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
A tree that looks at God all day,
A tree that may in Summer wear
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Poems are made by fools like me,
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Keep a green tree in your heart and perhaps a
songbird will come."
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