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During the time I had, I sat beneath a tree. Even though I was always sad, The comfort of the tree made me feel free. The dark would come and I would have to go. I would go back in the morning sun, To feel free and remember what I know. But why mus' I leave? There's no need to leave this tree. I left for good. Goodbye autumn leaves. It's almost like being conjoined and then ripped part, For I loved this tree from the start.

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