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I share my mind

But inmediately gets twisted.

I know what I want.

It’s a destiny.

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Maple Leaf

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Green, yellow, red or brown

It doesn’t matter

The fall will always be.

Your eyes and memories fall the same rithm

It’s there like a thorn in the heart

It hurts, but it brings smiles

And it makes me happy.

In the north, maple leaves are more red.

The red hot lives in my mind even in the summer.