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Every spring ends in a fall...

Does every spring end in a fall,
Where ruthless wind speaks it all,
Of wilted flowers and homeless leaves;
Graveyard of splendor in buried heaps...

Like tales of broken love,
Not written, but etched on your inner wall
Does every spring end in a fall?

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