if these leaves could talk
to me like they to wind blow
i would be so happy to know
they offer great imagination
to which i ponder my memories
from break of dawn to twilight
why do they wave endlessly
even when i'm gone to sleep
no longer watching their keep
can you do that for loving
caring even they're not around
yes i could even they don't mind
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