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On the space through and through Drop the leaves from the trees Persimmons burn through the fall Like small fires of love. My heart you old friend Why are you melting sadly? All born things pass away There is an end for every start. From the grass, plush of earth Through the stars deep in sky Nothing can be eternal There is a day for it to die. Only love last forever The asset of every one My heart, o my old friend Don’t live me without love. ------

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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