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Grows from the ground, bushes and grass, leaves of yellow, red and brow, unruly plants, get the axe, trim the hedge back down.
What has roots as nobody sees, is taller than trees. Up, up it goes, and yet never grows?
My life is often a volume of grief, your help is needed to turn a new leaf. Stiff is my spine and my body is pale. But I'm always ready to tell a tale.
What is that over the head and under the hat?
A building where people and stories are on stage
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.