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She watches them, gather around her

Iridescent beings, like tiny snowflakes

Seeing her beauty, they surround her

This is where she should be, no mistake

With the old tree, finally fallen, she sits

Reaching down, to the water below

Trying to collect just one shining star

She knew just how far she could go

This could possibly be her last chance

To mingle with the spirits, earthbound

For the season, you see, was changing

And she would no longer be here, nor found


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