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    2009 - 10.13

    Sections of my life like leaves are just blowing by

    They move so quickly now making me want to cry

    Not for fear, not for grief, not for my endless frustrations

    But for the silent falling of an Autumn leaf and private inner elations

    Will you come to me? Will you make the soft escape?

    (SG1885)

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