My Friends,
Tell.
Tell of the secrets you've heard
From oblivious souls
Which have walked this road
And —
while enthralled by this picturesque scene
and the soothing caresses of the winds
fanned by your co-conspiring leaves,
and further comforted by their shades
against the blazing sun —
were bewitched into soliloquy
After soliloquy.
Pray, tell!
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