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The rich green leaves of Summer die in Autumn like a love that is no more both defenseless to the currents of change tumbling toward an unfamiliar stream flowing out of a sea where yesterdays have already passed carrying dusted memories, entwined by the twist of life where wishes are hidden with lost stars of memorialized misperceptions having come and gone like vanishing time when the shivering swathe arrived taking both the leaves and love on a hopeless journey to non-existence when emotionless worlds acquired their life-blood causing my eyes to flow with streams out of a sea of sadness
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