Tremble...
Tremble...
Hold on tight.
The breeze sure is cold,
But i'm too young to die.
Tremble...
Tremble...
The sun so bright.
I'm afraid i can't hold on,
Perhaps i can fly.
Tremble...
Tremble...
A hard gust of wind.
A little leaf floats effortless
Down to your hand.
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