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The maple in my garden has a golden hue
even when the sun is not shining through
the clouds and when the moon appears
on darkened sky with silv’ry rays at two.
The crispness of the air makes everything ashiver
that’s touched by gentle winds from
the farthest corners of the earth.
I sit and contemplate the concept of free beings,
that there does not have to be the burden of past deeds,
that happiness can come to us whatever we have done.
The secrets of the past uncovered can change
the present and the future to glorious existence
 for all, not only one.
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