Dead Leaves

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On the branch
I form evergreen
Young and healthy
Through wind, sun and rain

Rainy days go by
And summer comes
The older I get
The greener I become

My color changes
After two seasons go by
Time moves faster
Than birds fly

I'm getting weaker
I'm losing my grip
And there I am falling
From a short trip

- Bless Jianty

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