The Leaves Are Dead I loved you old, I loved you big. The branch is broken. The leaves are dead. But I will always remember the first time the first bud. the strength of our home. And now my roots are deeper because of you. © Harley
The Leaves Are Dead
I loved you old, I loved you big.
The branch is broken. The leaves are dead.
But I will always remember the first time the first bud. the strength of our home.
And now my roots are deeper because of you.
© Harley
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