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Leaves
It doesn't matter how many leaves
Have fallen from one tree branch
It doesn't matter how it dies, or lives
Just in time when shaking the branch!
It doesn't count when they collect
And become withered in a heap
Whether sun or the wind to reflect
May be blamed all well too deep!
In a mound too impassive to care
Under one sky ready or not
Shall be killed and over humus rot
------Burying a soul so bare!
