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When all the leaves fall from the trees,
what does it mean to you and me?
Perhaps it wasn't meant to be
as now we reach the end.
Is there some place we didn't go?
We tried every fork in the road,
and never seemed to find a home.
My dear, what's at the end?
But we're ok. Yeah, certainly
we could have done things differently.
But side by side we took this ride
and so what is to ga...
Saturday 9th March 2024 3:24 pm
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