"...My feet tug at the floor
And my head sways to my shoulder
Sometimes when I watch trees sway...
...I shall make the reckless choice
Some day when they are in voice
And tossing so as to scare
The white clouds over them on.
I shall have less to say,
But I shall be gone...."
-From The Sound of the Trees by Robert Frost (1874-1963)
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