Leaves scatter into the air after Dad throws them up high
His fingers tremble as they circle in the wind before falling with a crunch
Mum ruffles and sparkles through her own brown eyes,
And my sister breathes out with a relaxed sigh.
Magpies flap their wings as they fly into the watered sky,
As I wonder why. Why do they chirp as they pass by?
The leaves sing a song for the fallen that have passed away
To remember life is precious, each and every day.
And my sister breathes out with a relaxed sigh.
Magpies flap their wings as they fly into the watered sky,
As I wonder why. Why do they chirp as they pass by?
The leaves sing a song for the fallen that have passed away
To remember life is precious, each and every day.
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