... With axes bright
They march to gather timber
Great in their might
I cannot here linger'

'That is unfair'
The tree grumpily said,
'Why can't we share
Without my blood to shed?'

The bird replied,
'True, but now you must see
With those who've died:
That which is will not be'

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