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Withered Leaves | ||
| Withered leaves upon the tree Cling despite the wind and chill. Falling is their destiny Yet they fight it with strong will. They resist the call for change, Dwelling on the times gone by. Falling would seem very strange; They don't think they want to try. So it is with people old, Clinging to the world behind. They should move with footsteps bold To new levels for their mind. | ||
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