A Song of Fall/小林 柳
　
usands of words to admire,
Thousands of words of despair,
All those words are only words.
Even the greatest of human creation can never be more beautiful
Than a shadow of a thin leaf, waving on a white wall.

Sunk deep in his melancholy, a man is walking down a road.
His face is down to see the
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