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I've always had an unfortunately strong vicissitude within me. I'd prefer to be like a building in the city, where the tenants would come and leave their things for me to play with until I was torn down and dead. Unlucky me was born a tree, when I grow new leaves in the spring I forget those that were shed in the fall and in the winter when I have no leaves at all I can't remember the fresh, green, life that was with me in the summer. But I suppose it's alright,