Rebirth
Falling leaves
Whistling trees
Sound of freedom
In the cool
morning breeze
Letting go
Of yesterday's sorrow
Embracing hope;
It's a new tomorrow
Looking behind
But forgetting the past
Walking forward
The last was the last
Dead things fall
Dead things lay
Dead things won't follow
Dead things stay
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