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A smoothly shaped and silken leaf
Spirals and falls upon the lake
That feels but for a moment brief
The touch of life in Youth awake.
Gentle circles form and grow
About the leaf that gently drifts,
And reaching out, they see in woe
Their edges fade, their death a gift.
For, all the circles grown from one,
Have felt the water’s cool caress
Imparting strength that had begun
To realize joy less and less.