Leaves cascade like my tears, year after year,

  Three autumns have swept through, dimming all cheer.

  They carry away the colors of my soul,

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  Leaving barren branches, a heart that feels whole.

  A season of change, yet within, I remain—

  Still grieving, still aching, for the love I lost.

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