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I break away in stumble as the leaf 
That claws its curl~ed tips in ache beind, 
Reaching through this heartbreak wind, nay a thief! 
That tears mine stem from off thy branch, unkind. 
In tempest now I view the World enraged 
As time and distance set us two apart, 
For then in growth It found us two engaged, 
Now It finds death at feast upon our start. 
I long for a soft landing 'pon dry grass, 
For darkness at the bottom of a pile; 
Where my sorrows gather, my loss amass 
To ponder how once more I am to smile. 
The branch freshly will bloom a leaf for you, 
By Hope I will be chang'd into life anew!

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