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I saw a beautiful tree and approached it
I thought it was a wonderful tree
It had many incredible parts
But slowly
The parts started to seem more and more unsatisfactory and simply boring
Just another tree
So we bagan to cut
Slowly at first
Starting with the limbs
But moving closer and closer to the trunk
But when we reached the trunk
We knew it was the end
The tree was going to fall
Its once beauty would die with it
The destruction was tedious and annoying
But we worked together one last time
To make sure the job got done
You'd like to thinkn that I cut down more
And I'd like to think you cut down more
However it was us
Together
That ended the beauty
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