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Eleven is a lovely,
slender tree,
Leaves fluttering like bright green butterflies.
Each root is tuned to murmurs in the skies,
Veering deep dark down deliciously.
Even as the root winds towards its lair,
New winds caress the sapling's long green
hair.
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