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i am like a tree

planted by the flowing streams

and curving rivers

i bloom with ravishing flowers

my delightful fruit you savor on your tongue

in the harshness of winter,

i will not wither or fade

i will remain strong and i will guide you to the heavens

like a lighthouse guides the ships to the shore



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