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My Heart Leaps Up


Morning in the autumn Yellow, orange, and brown leaves cover the ground, all the Heat has left them Everything feels old and tired, making me feel young and fresh A cool wind stirs the world Rending me speechless The world is like a phoenix, burning red and gold Little is left to do Each day burns a little faster, leaving each to his own Alone in the darkness Preparing for the new year Sleeping to recover, sleeping to rebuild Until next spring, when things Push out anew
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