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The cool metal didn’t move at first when his finger tipped the trigger. Taking a breathe, the Lorax exhaled, “I speak for the trees for the trees have no tongues.” The sound of a lumber executive falling had no sound.
Lorax gone assassin
There is unrest in the forest
Trouble with the trees
For the maples want more sunlight
And the oaks ignore their pleas
When the trees speak Vietnamese