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THE DEAD AND DIEING FALLEN LEAVES,
LAY STILL UPON THE EARTH.
A GUST OF WIND...
LIFTS THEM UP,
AND GIVES THEM FLIGHT, ONCE AGAIN,
HIGH INTO THE AIR.
THEY SWIRL ABOUT..
SPINNING,
TO DANCE WITHIN THE WIND.
THEN JUST AS FAST..
WITHOUT THE BREEZE..
DRIFT BACK TO EARTH ONCE MORE.
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SWIRLING LEAVES
SWIRLING LEAVES
