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The love of the leaves,

May be sheded by the trees,

But the leaves never freeze.

They are carried by the breeze,

Far away to the Greece,

To make them forget it in ease,

But the leaves never leaves,

Instead, it once again greens,

To confess the world, what it means,

To be like the trees and leaves!!!

                                                                     - Elango