| High above the lowly earth, and yet I flourish for all I’m worth. I hang between the earth and sky, green or brown as the seasons pass by. As around me all the birds do fly, and just before winter, away go I. Tell me true, what am I? |
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| High above the lowly earth, and yet I flourish for all I’m worth. I hang between the earth and sky, green or brown as the seasons pass by. As around me all the birds do fly, and just before winter, away go I. Tell me true, what am I? |
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