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The Seven Oaks
Beneath the oaks, several dead bodies lay,
In sombre woodland, all night – all day
I knew they’d never awake
I needed not to be told
Of how they were painfully killed
Crushed like dry flower petals all their blood spilt
These seven lives – stamped on were so daring
But the nature that did this more unsparing
Growing older than they once were
Life was a dream when they once were
Now they all lay down silently thinking
Dead bodies lay in sombre woodland:
Dead bodies lay beneath those oaks.
