A proud tree stood with arms stretched wide Until they reached the other side Of a wall that ran both deep and wide. The tree offered fruit and shade Of the same quality that it saved But on its side it proudly stayed. And this side--both yours and mine-- Toiled but controlled the time, And the other side could never climb. Then one day that tree fell down, And passing people quickly found Not one but two ruts in the ground.
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