Poems (White)/A Christmas Tree

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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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