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Leafs are falling, black and lifeless. |
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Wind of autumn, carry them away... far away. |
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Wandering beneath the trees. |
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Dancing with the cold shadows. |
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To the tunes of the gloomy rivers. |
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A melody of darkness with a song of no words. |
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The arcane epitaph of the long lost images. |
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Visions floating away to where only memories exist. |
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Memories of ancient kingdoms rising to the surface. |
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I dance and remember the moon and the stars. |
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As the wind sweeps my face |
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I see the moon. |
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In the river with a touch of autumn. |
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Fog covering my feet in the first season of mist. |
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A crown of shadows drifting away in the rain. |
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Leafs of autumn, black and with no life. |
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This mournful play is the floating birth of desire. |
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Mysterious secrets arise in the absence of light. |
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Gloomy in a silent time life is the process of dying. |
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As a feast for the dark autumn is the funeral march. |
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This veil of sorrow is my emblem of death. |
