<!-- Page Code:UGhpbCBPY2hziC0gQ2hhbmdlcyA= --> sit by my side come as close as the air and share in a memory of gray and wander in my words dream about the pictures that i play of changes green leaves of summer turn red in the fall to brown and to yellow they fade and then they have to die trapped within the circle time parade of changes scenes of my young years were
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