"Autumn"
Autumn has come
Arising the gray with it's windy hum,
Birds have gone in search of its home
And I mourn as I roam,
All the leaves have fallen
And so are my woes stolen.
Stomped under the feet,
Oh these crusty leaves in the pit;
In Winter, let me find you a tomb,
So that you can lay like in womb.
Tell the undead what you've suffered,
And with scars, never be flustered!
If you ever get some time to spare,
Deliver my letters to your Spring sister with care.
And when she comes adorned in colours so fine,
Tell her to spare some to this dreary heart of mine.
And when the wistful Summer drains me in crumbs,
I hope I might rise again when Autumn comes.
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