The leaves change my age
when fall comes to play outside
can trace a snowflake
When the sea breeze comes
my eye cries an ice crystal
A small leaf falls down.
The leaves change my age
when fall comes to play outside
can trace a snowflake
When the sea breeze comes
my eye cries an ice crystal
A small leaf falls down.
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