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| Leaves of yellow, leaves of red, Make a soft and crunchy bed. Kick them up and watch them fly. They will blow as time goes by. Then they'll brown and turn to dust, Just as all we humans must. Unlike leaves, we have a soul. Though the ages take their toll We will safe and happy be With the Lord eternally. | ||
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