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The poet, strolling.

The poet, strolling through the woods, catches a glimpse of you and immediately falls in love, but is so taken by your beauty that all that can be done is to stand and stare as you walk past. No words exchanged. And so that night the poet makes calls to friends, tells the story, and they are so moved that the next day they form a band and call it "And Also the Trees", in honour of where the poet saw you, and fell in love. Your name remains unknown, so the poet calls you "Mary," and writes these lyrics...

Now the poet strolls through the same forest every day yearning for another chance to say hello to you... One day again you appear and as you walk past you say hello.. and again the poet is so taken that all that can be done is stand there as you walk away... and that night these lyrics are written...

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