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A Tree's Silent Sorrow

Beautiful, Colorful leaves
Dancing in the breeze
They mock me as they jump down
Why am I such an ugly brown?

Like brids of a feather
Us trees stick together
We watch in silent sorrow
As the piles of leaves grow
We feel as if we could die
So we sleep; goodnight and goodbye.



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