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The trees are on fire,
what should I do?
my hearts desire...
If only we were two,

I sit there,
watching as the leaves fall one by one,
is it really all that unfair?
that they be more beautiful than the sun?

My hands shiver,
why is it so cold?
the leaves quiver
there is nothing left to be told...

The trees are left naked,
no pride left to show,
the leaves have all fainted,
no where else to go,

on the ground they sit,
crushed beneath my feet,
they sure know how to take a hit,
no longer do they look so neat...