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“Under the spreading chestnut tree

I sold you and you sold me:

There lie they, and here lie we

Under the spreading chestnut tree.”



Past came lurking for eyes to see

I saw truth and truth saw me:

It hunt me, and I hunt thee

Present waits for eyes to plea.



History dwells by voice of He

Telling lies, and telling me:

PEACE IS WAR, and WAR IS PEACE

Party engraves your life to be.



Only he holds expert key

I know him and he knows me:

I blamed you, and I was free.

As were you, by the same cruel need



I then thought in the Chestnut Tree:

Two plus two is five... and I agreed.



“Under the spreading chestnut tree

I sold you and you sold me:

There lie they, and here lie we

Under the spreading chestnut tree.”