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where you wander endless
your endless walk starts, where you sing
Light songs, you hope and take
A pause to muse at how green

the
falling
leaves
are

how they leave tress
bald, as if they were,
like your eyes,
the last capsule

Of capture.
Where it takes
You from here
Wherever here
Become nothing

But a glimpse, where i set

This free, the silence is in.

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