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People lie and
Birds sing,
But tree's listen.
I tell them my secrets quite often and
They never seem to fail me.
Faithful in their silence
They will hold their promises forever,
Will hold your words until they themselves fade to ash.
In which case they'll bury the secrets with them.
I'm not one to trust a person, or a bird
For they have tongues,
That itch for words.
I think tree's make better friends,
Even if they're not much for conversation.