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"No, no!"-cry out the leaves,
Whispering protest.
The stars in the heavens exclaim,
“Won't you hurry along?”
We need you so!”
But the leaves encircle the blossom
and plead—“Do not leave us!”
The southern breeze blows past
And murmurs, “Come with me little one!
Far away the infinite blue sinks into the twilight,
The night of the full moon recedes,
No time left for us my dear!”
"No! Please no!” —​

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