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A Leaf Falling is a Leaf Falling
You can't tell me what's beautiful
What is beautiful depends upon the eye
I once knew a man who saw a leaf fall
And dropped to his knees weeping
To me a leaf falling is a leaf falling
The sun sets at night and rises at dawn
When my wife's water broke
that was the end. I swam toward that dam
like a salmon swimming to save its life.
Peter Markus
