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A Reply to 'Dying Fall Tree.!"


She's not dying,
She's just laying, resting...
Fluttering whenever the cold breeze,
Tickles her neck, whispers,
And asks her to laze,
Laze, and let it carry away,
The sorrows of crimson and amber,
She so dearly holds..

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