"Don't cry. In autumn leaves fall from the trees. A young, little tree was sad, because it lost its beautiful and thick foliage. It sobbed because it thought to remain bare forever. A big old oak said to it: 'Don't cry anymore. Now you are bare but in spring you will be beautiful again. You wil have many, young and green leaves." The little tree thanked its new old friend."
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