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you tried to teach me that I am made of air quiet, docile, not to be noticed it wasn't until you tried to burn me at the stake that I found out I am made of                                                          
How does one person so easily sway my thoughts like wind, tossing the branches of a tree or maybe the sun, casting watery shadows on the ground through my leaves Maybe he's the life-giving water that I draw through my roots
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