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By Rudy Pakravan, 9 / February 14, 1983

Chicago, Illinois

Leaves floating in the air Coming down so gently and softly It just rained and the air is so fresh And I look at the world of imagination. I am floating and flying, just like the leaves No one to say it's time to go away Because I'm all alone In the world of imagination.

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