The colorful leaves fall from the trees, dancing to the ground.
I walk through them, admiring the feel of the misty morning on my skin.
Though, it’s just a vision of what once was long ago before the finally war.
The colorful leaves fall from the trees, dancing to the ground.
I walk through them, admiring the feel of the misty morning on my skin.
Though, it’s just a vision of what once was long ago before the finally war.
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