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The golden rays of the summer sun wash upon a luscious tree full of life.
The emerald waves of grass sway in the gentle breeze.
I gaze upon the beautiful tree.
It brings back so many memories....
Happy times, when we were there;
The tree became a world of possibilities.
But night fell too fast...
The moon rose too soon...
the early bird was to late...
...and winter brought the end.
No one remembers...
They have buried the memories too deep...
All the leaves have fallen....
All the happy times have gone with them...
....It's all gone now.....
Winter's cold hand still lingers....
....it has brought the end......
......happy times.....
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