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Gazing through the window
watching leaves fall from the trees
reaching out for someone
I know it all ends here.

You are well dressed, yet pale in hue
and tears pool beneath your trembling body.

I hated myself as the world passed me by
and now the morning has already died.

See the old dead tree
you can't bring it back to life
so save your water
for the ones which can still survive.

The season of spring breathes new life
and light fills the garden
though unspoken we both know
there's no sunrise again.

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