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The Innocent Prisoner and the Tree

Many a time, in dark and dreary hours, did the innocent prisoner sing to it his serenade- looking out upon the oak tree, in the meadows, staring longingly at the raised branches of his only comrade. Oh yes, he had been lost and lonely, his heart full of sorrow- borne by him only, And he… Continue reading The Innocent Prisoner and the Tree