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Baby face, soft embrace
Autumn leaves blown in your face
A smile repeated a thousand times;
Tired, somber, happy crying
Meet in harsh spring ice
Still in the air
Left in October, tattered twigs
In your hair
A scene not new but now a rare sight
Laughing couple now in a park
Once separate now entwined
Once one now apart
Silence echoes a solemn trot
Walking down the worn in path
Of a place which now he’s forgot
The memory lives on in your grief stricken mind
The world will live on, no it’s not kind

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