The Life
The new leaf might turn brown before it can even be in a gown
It will take a long before reaching its belongs
as part of the new leaf
walks in the streets of life shaping the new futrue to become
the new leaf is getting yellow as its growing
it will always grow more and more
while the leaf is changing
it will fall and never belong...
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