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#41
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The tree for some reason depicts me at present. Alone in the hill, but has the choice to be happy.
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It makes me think of that show Carnivale...
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I don't know how to explain it, Dr. Freud, I just keep having these flashes of light in my head ... and those trees remind me of ice skaters.
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It actually reminds me of the lyrics from Blackmore's Night's: The Hanging Tree
There have been many tales Tainted by truth twisted by time… Some choose to forget Yet it still Weaves webs in their minds… And it seems like she's been here forever Her branches as black as the seas She's been through it all By the luck of the draw She became the old hanging tree… She asked for nothing Except maybe A little rain… They used her strength To help them steal lives away… And she witnessed the sadness and sorrow To this day she still doesn't know why But her heart broke When they came with the rope To declare her the old hanging tree… Life stranger then fiction Can make you want to cry Roots could never stop her From reaching for the sky… Those years have all past Lucky for us lucky for her… Now, children play at her feet And in her arms she cradles birds… And it seems she's been here forever These days are the best that she's seen But somewhere in the back Of her mind Is the time She was known as the old hanging tree
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Cezanne in his formative years?
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