Each moment seemed just as unreal as the lastThings that were strange to me pastLeaves fell from the treesEyes searching each of the mysteries  Just when I thought things couldn’t changeI saw the same old palm treesThe trees that make me want to leaveAnd go back to the mysteries of those falling leaves that were strange to me. 


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