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Giant Leaf | ||
| Embauba leaf so wide, Sitting there the trail beside, You could grace a monarch's mess With your fancy withered dress. From a giant tree you fell. Now you want to rest a spell. You are not the greenest leaf, But that does not bring you grief. When alive you liked to twirl, Now in death you have to curl. Now that you have come and gone, Other trees will carry on. | ||
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