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Miranda Renea Nov 2015
Falling in the melody
Of each chilly breeze;
The subtle rustling of
It's decaying brethren
Match each soft beat.
Finally fading into a
Hallowed harmony as
It settles among those
Already lost; there is
Nothing more serene
Than Death's silent
Lament to leaves.

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