The leaves know their circumstance-/
They see it in the others crying,/
Giving glances along the lines perchance/
To find the reason for their dying./
Given no answers, they assume instead/
Doom and gloom is the only reason/
But inevitably, with shaken head-/
They muster to spite their final season/
Dying more beautifully than they ever were living/
Till the the last winds breath... they sing-
This fall, it will be our last~
But why let our pain be known?~
Life is over, much to fast~
But why is it always shown?~
Tonight- We leaves will fight!~
We'll fend away the winter clouds~
So live your life underneath the light~
Age Spectacularly and Die Proud!~
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