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**This summer, too, the living trees live with new leaves We became okay for no reason The leaves sway in the wind A fresh and lush pain Some trees stand even when dead Why do some pains continue after they are gone? As we continue here without you I became able to tell you our story Before I become sad, the things that make me A season where I put me down in advance Sometimes I left a letter where you were buried The last day of summer passed Something kept putting us down - Watercolor** - <@946766536029392918> (fast)