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We Live We die, but death not ends it!
Friday, May 13, 2011
Life and Death
Green, Once they were
Dancing with the wind,
Bathed in the sunshine,
Whispering in the darkness,
The tree stands still.
As the day passeth by,
They shiver, they become pale,
They turn to brown,
And silently fall,
In to the realms of unknown.
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