Fits of the Fallen

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87112
United States
35° 6' 10.98" N, 106° 31' 1.7868" W

Some days the wind blows a breeze
It blows among the trees
Some days, it brings long languor winds
Tugging on the leaves
Can you hear their pleas as they clutch to the trees?
Pandemonium ignored over the wind’s sigh
One can faintly hear them cry
Some days it comes with ease,
some days with strife
but with leaves separation meanders seeds
meanders life

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