oh these seasons passing by, oh the dire hours, how love alights and then flies, as blooms and fading flowers, gather up the cloak tonight, then hide within instead, rise above the fleeting blight, of love ruled in the head, the shadows linger on the air, in corners of the room, wish instead to be somewhere, where there was room for two, could never peel away veneer, could never truly know, the things which would have brought us near, to what we'd hoped to sow, for fervent longing across space, these lives are tattered strands, just want to feel autumnal grace, about the leaver's land...
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