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| Twenty stories in the air Sways a palm with fronds so fair, Far above the city street It has gone the sun to greet. All alone upon its roof, Feeling proud and so aloof Does it ever softly moan, Wishing it were not alone? Thousands view it every day Even if the skies are gray. They are glad it stands so tall And they hope it will not fall. | ||
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