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I sit waiting for the end

Thats what I do,

I grow, I breath, I fall, I die

I leave without a trace, no one to tell my story, no one to even remember.

I seem to do nothing nothing at all,

But everything does something, right?

Maybe just maybe I can be remembered.

So I sit and waiting for the end, waiting to be remembered

Will it happen?

Will I be remembered?

I must and I will,

For I am only a leaf,

But I will remembered.