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  • I won't see my soul throught a red leaf; it stays into the grove, stopped by dead, by feet of men
    It's dead and I'm walk with my bloody heart along grey empty streets to find myself, alone
    Like that leaf, the wind between my hair, a tear along my face. I'm alone, I'm alone, where are
    You? Maybe I haven't loved enaught, but because you don't speak more with me? Only a word
    And I'd stop to sigh. I'd the force of a new leaf to born a true new life.
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