Little Leaves
Little leaves dancing in the wind
Whispering their little things
Of where they've been
And where they'll go
The end is here
They still don't know
Sad you say
Not to them
They've died before
And they'll die again.
Whispering their little things
Of where they've been
And where they'll go
The end is here
They still don't know
Sad you say
Not to them
They've died before
And they'll die again.
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