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Back on the earth
Feet planted in the ground
The rustle of the leaves
Focus on the sounds.

Let me melt
Let me fall
Let me become
Part of it all.

Two pipelines of cloud
Across a flawless sky
The yellow leaves are turning
and waiting to die.

The call of the crows
The cries of a child
Is it only in parks
That kids can run wild?

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