Do not cut me, cried the tree.
Because I give you free rain.
Under my cool shade you rest.
In summer or spring fruit grows on me.
I give you free air.
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Do not cut me, cried the tree.
Because I give you free rain.
Under my cool shade you rest.
In summer or spring fruit grows on me.
I give you free air.
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