The tree saw,
The last leaf, dry
And ready to fall.
Voices said, "hold on"
But that's mere voices.
The last leaf, dry
And ready to fall.
Voices said, "hold on"
But that's mere voices.
The breezy wind touched,
The leaf quivered,
The last goodbyes whispered,
To its beloved,
The leaf quivered,
The last goodbyes whispered,
To its beloved,
It, let go.....
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