Victorious Tree
The spine snaps with a buss,
And happiness follows bliss
With a marvelous fuss.
The caress hits your nape
And escape leads
Under the aspen.
Now blend into the landscape
And snip the span of pain,
For your face has ashen,
However, you remain.
Now remember,
Burning with your ember
Of that long forgotten.
And happiness follows bliss
With a marvelous fuss.
The caress hits your nape
And escape leads
Under the aspen.
Now blend into the landscape
And snip the span of pain,
For your face has ashen,
However, you remain.
Now remember,
Burning with your ember
Of that long forgotten.
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