Wisdom of the Last Leaf
How can you ever reap my sweetest fruit
When you cut me entirely from the root?
A root sage as the last leaf of autumn
Descending downward to its unknown tomb
With its words of wisdom of which I sing
In vibrant voice but you hear me nothing!
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