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As I walk through the beautiful meadow a lonely tree catches my eye,
I chose to sit below the tree to watch as the leaves fly by,
As I sat below the tree I began to ponder,
Why life is kind of like this tree and so that made me wonder.
I looked at the leaves as a year of my life,
Watching them fall and leaving my sight,
As each month goes by I returned to the tree,
Not knowing what would become of me.
Years pass by and the last leaf is left,
I guess this is it the day before death.
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