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Fallen Leaves

I'm dried but not tired Nor died yet I still have beauty of my own, some smell, some color. Still people look at me when I'm on the ground, enjoying my existence, Taking photographs of me, Writing poems about me They even make songs about me: "Fallen leaves kissed by the winds".

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