| О себе |
I am but a lonely leaf,
As it falls to the ground,
Floating aimlessly downward,
With no other leaves around.
I am but a lonely leaf,
Drifting with a mind of its own,
Never knowing where it may land,
Or which direction it will be blown.
I am but a lonely leaf,
Yet sometimes I am as green as can be,
Flying through the air happy,
Like I was set free.
I am but a lonely leaf,
And most of the time I am brown,
For even if there are other leaves,
I feel like I'm the only one around.
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