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Nov 26, 2015, 10:18 PM

Leaves 

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Life is like a tree
growing in a dream;
all of us are leaves
all of us will leave
(someday with the breeze)
Death is like the wind
blowing constantly;
falling only feeds
roots of our beliefs

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