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Such beauty in a falling leaf But what about the falling tear Does nature hoard her cleansing grief Or share it with the blessed near True seasons flow from deep within As the soul recites her healing tale She tells the heart, it's time again To store her things and hoist the sail They'll drift upon the unshed tear To find new shores, and start again It may be far, it may be near We know not of the seas within The journey ends where waters flow A stable land with changing tide It's pretty fair as places go This soil we're claiming, deep inside And what becomes of the fallen tear Does it find release and then depart Or is it waiting, ever near To view the seasons of the heart
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