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THE TREES, by                    
First Line: A twisting curl
Last Line: To faith's white face.


A twisting curl
Hung down, to hurl
My heart of bliss
To the abyss.

The sable tress
Of faithlessness
Lent deadly grace
To faith's white face.





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