I see a pear falling down from the tree. Winter is coming and it's plain to see. I spend the cold nights in my lonely room. Is it the winter to which I am doomed? Cold is the snow that will cover the ground. I feel the presence of tears falling down. Is it for pity or pain that I cry? Color is gone and the grass it must die. Winter brings sadness that empties my soul. Life is too short for a dog growing old. He used to follow and play at my heels. Love from his heart I no longer can feel.
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