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Adieu (Goodbye)
The rose petals fall, but not without a final Adieu.
The crows screech, and flap their wings, but not without waving to you.
The tree's leaves whip in the wind, but not without seeing me through.
That all say goodbye, like birds and flies, when winter comes to town.
They all fly away and they all say Adieu.
Adieu, my love, Adieu.
