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7d
Leaves fall gently in front of me
Drifting towards the ground
The wind blows quietly
Through nearby trees
Waiting for the night to start

Seasons come and seasons go
But how was I to know

The grass is soft beneath my feet
The birds sing clear and loud
I sit and wonder what might have been
If I could only have  a change of heart

People come and people go
But how were you to know

I'm trying to make you see
But you can't even look at me
I promise I'll try to make it through
But I can't give you something
I never found
Im trying to stay above the ground
A Rose
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A Rose  22/F/Ireland
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