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AND I MISS YOU From trees the leaves are falling, The birds are losing their songs. They miss Spring, And I miss you. There is a silence, Where are the children? The streets are bare, And I miss you. Probably, something is missing Laughing is for my heart is aching. I have no right to think of you, I only miss you. İrem Naz BEKTAŞ Gülsüm TOSUN,TÜRKİYE