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always
look on the bright side
forest
of gallows
where
Eden was
timber
aplenty
for
crosses yet
to
warm the cockles
winter
nights
such
tales of foes felled
as
set hair on end
the
human race
may
go on like this
till
we come to
the
last tree
Hope we don't come to the last tree...
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