My arms are bare
I'm all striped down
This must be what a tree feels like
With its leaves on the ground
Just like new growth
Reaching high toward the sky
For every new beginning
Something old has to die
Year after year
Life cycles around
Spring blossoms will bloom
Fall leaves on the ground
Once bare limbs
Will once again grow and thrive
Every year theres a new beginning
A fresh start at life
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