Autumn Leaves
The leaves where colour now has bled,
The green, the brown, the gold, the red,
As they volunteer to fall, to shed,
Are they dying, or, already dead?
Their swan-song, saying, look at me,
I sacrifice myself, to save my tree,
The leaves where colour now has bled,
The green, the brown, the gold, the red.
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