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birds ever sing excepting old crows... is the Street of the Lifted Lorax.
And deep in the Grickle-grass, some people say, if you look deep enough you can still see, today, where the
Lorax once stood just as long as it could before somebody lifted the Lorax away.
What was the Lorax? Any why was it there? And why was it lifted and taken somewhere from the far end of
town where the Grickle-grass grows? The old Once-ler still lives here.
Ask him, he knows.
You won't see the Once-ler. Don't knock at his door. He stays in his Lerkim on top of his store. He stays in his
Lerkim, cold under the floor, where he makes his own clothes out of miff-muffered moof. And on special dank
midnights in August, he peeks out of the shutters and sometimes he speaks and tells how the Lorax was lifted
away.