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Droop of branches heavy with pears Rustle of grass at the passing of her foot
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It can happen just one time, and last for a lifetime.
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Trod upon, passed by, overlooked.. There's something so intrinsically innocent about them,
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Take her down from the wall, from that high place.
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She stood beside the icy river and threw the little girl she was in,
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Old love letters read like lies, a shock to the sensibilities of rage
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