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I waited in autumn

Near our bench, for you

The leaves fell, floating

Reaching, never touching

The ground, filled with

Pine trees, shedding

Their coats of needles

And I, I could shed no tears

Watching, listening, not hearing

Is when I knew, you had gone

And this bench, shall remain empty

Forever and always, like

The emptiness, deep within my heart




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