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Metaphysics
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They chopped off your roots,
And you are still on the ground.
Where will you get your sap?
Whence? Whence? Always asking,
You wrapped yourself around the trunk of a tree...
The sun delighted you the winds whipped you,
You resisted through his roots,
He resisted through your enamored off-springs.
Until one day,
When the son of Zeus, furious,
Frowned his eyebrows;
Heavy clouds came,
Brought by the wind...
The storm overpowered the tall tree.
Oh,the roots! you screamed,
Worried about your own existence.
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