The leaf that turned on the wind of hour
Flew away far away in a fit of anger
The moon gasped still the path went alter
The silence screamed big but the might still howered
Now left on the ground it looked back and wondered
How the branch went crick on that gentle mother nature
The cause wasn't real the fall wasn't inevitable
But the way we preceived it brought us all the catastrophe
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