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AND STILL THE TREE GREW
There are cars, busses, people make a fuss.
A highway, a plane.
A freight train like a heavy rain.
As sure as the sky is blue.
As sure as the grass is green.
Miles and miles away, it can be seen.
Even at night, a tree bright.
Towers of power.
Gigantic homes wall thick, people all alone.
It's enough to make you sick.
They isolate people behind the door.
The world they ignore, the homeless, the sick.
Everybody did know.
As sure as the sky is blue.
Yes, it's true.
And still the tree grew
