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The trees sway to their own beat
They stay the same though the heat
They sway with the wind
When it blows hard, they bind
Each tree stands by the support of its roots
They sing song, although they are mute
In the fall, they change leaves
And they gracefully blow in the breeze
I would love to leave this fence
And have such independence