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A CHRISTMAS TREE
All the trees are bare, you know;
They've been shedding bitter tears
Dead leaves are the tears that flow,
Now they realize their fears,
That a fairer tree than they
Will surpass them on this day.
Well they know they can't compare
With a Christmas tree so fair,
Nor such Christmas glories flare;
So they stand out still and stare
In the biting, freezing air.

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