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The leaves are falling again
And try as you may
To decide against going for the rain

You put on your coat
Heading out, umbrella in hand
Scarf around your throat

Your thoughts lead you to a place
Where yellow leaves once spiraled
Around a final embrace

You can’t help that it felt wrong
When you find yourself on a bench,
Alone, listening to the birds' song 		Existing:

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