I am just a leaf
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I am just a leaf
I want to see the world
Go with my family and my friends
See what it is like
See all the pretty birds
See all the pretty flowers
And all the pretty lights
Why can't I just leave home
I really don't like it hear
Well I guess I need to wait
Wait for Autumn and fall
Although it will take a long time
But I really want it now
Why can't I leave now
I will be careful
Just someone grab me off
So I can go away
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