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| Seeds upon the forest floor Want to grow into a tree. Laying there is such a bore! They are longing to grow free. They perceive that if they try They can burrow in the soil, Stretching limbs to reach the sky, Growing leaves with little toil. Life for seeds is but a dream In their vegetative state. Given soil and dewy beam They can start to radiate. | ||
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