I was a tall pine
you were some other tree
I'd had a mossy spine
you were utterly free.

I recall when we burned
flames licking my side
it's when the world turned
I lost no pride.

Don't you love the look of ember?
Don't you love its smell?
Who really cares if they remember?
I don't give a damn if they remember.

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