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Leaves fall as
the wind blows outside my window Rain, sleet, snow, what's out the window? Different colors in all directions, my eyes can't pick any of them out. Days come and go as usual, fast, medium, and slow. But really, what's out the window? I don't know, and maybe none of us do. |
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