r e ( m o r e ) s e
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(the regret of losing something that once was, yet wanting more change.)

People will mumble about the change
In the leave's colors.
The green has worn out their eyes
And the trees are boring now.
Yellow is the new red and red
Is brown under their shoes.
They fell in love with what was dead
But their lips loved
The green that they had become remorseful towards.

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