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Cold are the leaves of the tree I climb to the top I need that yellow fruit But not for me. Wind cutting through my skin Rain falling down my face They must not see my pain Keep the tears within. I hope I don't fall No time to stretch Unless I have the fruit They will not catch.
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Jan 4, 2023
Jan 4, 2023 at 1:22 AM UTC
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Cold are the leaves of the tree I climb to the top I need that yellow fruit But not for me. Wind cutting through my skin Rain falling down my face They must not see my pain Keep the tears within. I hope I don't fall No time to stretch Unless I have the fruit They will not catch.
Albinoblanke
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Jan 4, 2023
Jan 4, 2023 at 1:22 AM UTC
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