this sadness

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even when the sun shines bright,
and the grass glows green,
when the birds all chirp
and breeze whistles the trees
does this sadness ever truly leave?

even when the sky is dim,
and the grass is cut thin,
when the birds are gone,
and the trees no longer have a song,
does this sadness ever fade?

a.l.m

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