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Shade
Came in late
On a light afternoon
Bending old friends strait
Crawling along under the tree of life
Shading most of those sunny faces I knew
Faces I trace on black blankets of a new starry night
I had such small ears as those with years tried to explain
Passing of years make colorful crayons disappear all the same
And who left here will see all those beautiful colors we used to be
No one! For the outline that once held our color in has now set us free
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Under the tree of life
