I stand silent observing them
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The Trees Blew This Way and That
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Into the Forest
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Eyes That Speak Without Words
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The deer mark their crossing
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And Maybe It Is
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Plots of Land
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The harvest was taken
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As in the dark of the eastern sky
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They Are Not Sad Eyes, Just Pensive
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Collecting rain and snow melt
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Gathering the lingering brilliance
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To the north
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Sunshine on the Lake
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I take the road
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Trees Held by Dusk
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I do not know
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