Sometimes, I write songs

A tune was running around my head

the other say,

until it fell down

and died.

I buried it under a pile of rotting leaves,

where it biodegraded,

faded,

and was heard of

no more.

It had been a pretty tune,

that lived a simple life,

which was over

all too soon.

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