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The leaves grown dark |
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By the autumn wind fall |
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Cover the ground, |
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Cover your body, |
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The wrapping of your being |
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That hides your true ego. |
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The warm dew of your eyes flows, |
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Nothing is there to wait for her, |
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It gets lost in the void, |
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Nothing needs their torpor. |
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Glitter in the sun |
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That passes through your body |
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And immerses it in candid dazzle, |
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The night is coming, the |
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Orient is dancing, |
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Whirling in his veils, voluptuous dance |
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Wraps the world. . |
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And the wood that contains you, |
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Oh my goddess. |
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And all is mystery, |
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Possible enigma, incomprehensible fear. |
