Who Sheds Tears?

Who sheds tears
For a Christmas tree now dead?
 
I lived only for a few years;
I was born and bred
To be cut and sold
For the Christmas holidays;
Beautiful to behold,
A family couldn't stop to gaze
And took me to their home,
Decorating me with toys
Golden and chrome;
Their girls and boys
Played around me,
Enjoying the Christmas season;
But now, you see,
For no good reason,
They have thrown me out,
For I'm of no further use, 
Stripped of toys, no doubt,
Treating me like refuse;
Now cold and dead,
I lie outside their gate;
A shredder I dread,
But that's my fate. 
 
Who sheds tears
For a Christmas tree now dead?
 

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