Introspect

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On a foggy, breezy night
(or day)
When inspired people walk
(they fly)
For broken leaves and crooked trees
Nostalgic lovers leave the bees
(to stay)
But underneath the graying sky,
We’ll sigh
(don’t cry)
Even green leaves die.





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