Dear. Lover Our trees been through a lot look at what's left of it I wish I could just blame it on autumn but it's more then a seasonal change I can't bring the leaves back I try everyday but even the clouds agree to let us fade away theirs no more hope in the grass there is no more sand in the hour glass... So i'll kiss our tree one last time and hope the wind drys my tears because I know the next time I take this walk our tree won't be here.
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