Leaves falling off,
Because of its small heart
No longer able to hold on,
With no water to stay strong
Its aching bark slams the ground
About to die making no sound,
Not disturbing anyone
Vanishing piece by piece
Till there's nothing else to see
Leaves falling off,
Because of its small heart
No longer able to hold on,
With no water to stay strong
Its aching bark slams the ground
About to die making no sound,
Not disturbing anyone
Vanishing piece by piece
Till there's nothing else to see
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