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 Sep 2020 mads
eileen
almost fall
 Sep 2020 mads
eileen
the trees are still green

I have to whisper a lullaby

slowly they fall asleep

all the flowers will fall

the sky won't always be this blue

all the leaves will fall into my hands

I'm falling asleep

waiting for the cold rain
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