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The
withered
leaves
collect
at
my
feet
and
the
wind
begins
to
moan.
Memory,
all
alone
in
the
moonlight.
I
can
dream
of
the
old
days,
life
was
beautiful
then.
I
remember
the
time
I
knew
what
happiness
was.
Let
the
memory
live
again.
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