There are some trees
I can see three
In this forest
It is so alone
Nobody lives here
No one wanders here
When the sun sets
In the east
No one comes here
To see these trees
To check on them
And those plants
And the bushes
That make everyone feel bad
Whenever they try to reach
The other side of the forest
These bushes irritate them
These bushes tease them
These bushes cause problems for them
But those trees are still growing
They give shade to everyone
Who comes under them for some time
They don't carry any fruit
Nor there are any flowers
On these tall trees
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