I saw it from the fourth floor
The shedded tree down there
No birds on it
Poor one
I remembered the "last leaf"
a poem
Oh! the summer is also near.
The tree laughed at me
Man!
I am happy.Thats my nature.
I wait for the winter
for the new green
and for the birds and the song
i tried to teach my mind
the difference between
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