When crimson becomes light
Lighter than aqua, empty waves
And holds no value to give no more
When the essence of bond
Is left without a strong definition
And the weakest of southern winds
Brings tree's family falling down
Who would be there to witness
These great forest plague in autumn
Who would witness to tell
These tales as caution on folk-tales
Of the carnage greed holds
To cause the death of a family tree
When crimson becomes lighter than aqua
And holds no value to give no more
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