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Introduction and a rosebush grew young and green together / talking the talk of growing things - wind and water and weather / and while the rosebush sweetly bloomed / the oak tree grew so high / that now it spoke of newer things / eagles, mountain peaks and sky / "i guess you think you're pretty great," The rose was heard to cry / screaming as loud as it possibly could to the treetop in the sky / "and now you have no time for flower talk, now that you've grown so tall" / "it's not so much that I've grown," said the tree, "it's just that you have stayed so small."