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The leaf it falls off the branch to the ground It falls. Not making a sound. Its falls. Off the river bank into the water it falls. Red, yellow, orange the leaves they fall for winter is coming the leaves they fall from the tall tree tops to the roots below the leaves they fall Through the wind they soar. Red yellow orange the leaves they fall. The leaves are gone. The branches are bare. The leaves are gone. The snow has fallen. The leaves are gone.
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Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 12:49 PM UTC
Leaves
The leaf it falls off the branch to the ground It falls. Not making a sound. Its falls. Off the river bank into the water it falls. Red, yellow, orange the leaves they fall for winter is coming the leaves they fall from the tall tree tops to the roots below the leaves they fall Through the wind they soar. Red yellow orange the leaves they fall. The leaves are gone. The branches are bare. The leaves are gone. The snow has fallen. The leaves are gone.
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Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 12:49 PM UTC
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