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Leaves | ||
| One by one the old leaves fall Til there are no more at all Some will cling tenaciously, Not yet ready to be free. Others see it's time to go Ere the onsest of the snow. They have lived a life of ease, Waving proudly in the breeze. Now they see it's time they must Turn into organic dust, Nurturing another tree Is their simple destiny. | ||
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