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Dried and Browned
Together they fall and plunder,
Piling on in weightless wonder.
The leaves and trees are far from what I fathomed--
Dried and browned in mortal sarcasm.
Cold in warmth and warmth in rain;
Washing away the frozen stains.
Barren soil bears a fruitless yield
Dried and browned in the snowy fields.
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