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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.

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