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I crossed age hundred like your father and mother.

Everyday morning, you walk an hour

I also see you on full moon nights,

Walking with a thinking mood.

I know my friend, the thoughts in your mind,

What can I give?

When in April, you look at me,

Again and again with deep concern,
Seeing me shed thousands of leaves,

You ask me my friend, What is my burden?

Leaves I shed to give birth to new leaves,

Flowers bloom attracting butterflies and bees.

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