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Falling leaves
Falling leaves… So many things
We had to do, but we did not.
We closed our eyes, we cut our wings,
We knew our names, but we forgot.
I watch the leaves, I feel their waltz
And I remember things you said,
But now they seem to me so false
And every part of me is dead.
My soul is empty, eyes are wet,
But my heart, it still believes
That spring will come so soon, but yet
There are too many falling leaves.
