| We tumbled down beneath the trees and cried as all the pretty leaves fell one by one, onto the ground and died. I did not feel him grasp my hand or whisper of our golden lands that now bled grey - He left one day. Lain in his place, I found his note spelt out in shrivelled leaves, he wrote: I LOVED YOU MORE. |
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