| Flowers are fading, their cries are
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| haunting me, petals of raining,
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| floral sobs. |
| Thanks for dressing me in this fall coat exhilarating all my senses by this slight fetid humidity!
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| Trees are unveiling and their bareness
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| captivates me, heavenly still-life,
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| floral nudity…
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| Thanks for this innocent clearness
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| exhilarating all my senses by this
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| grisly magnificent inertia!
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| Bitterness flirts with my life
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| whose alliance is my soul
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| whose season is fall and whose
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| wedding march is this melody.
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| Leaves are dying, I’m getting chilled
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| by their cries, lifeless bed, bloody carpet.
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| Thanks for this blazing picture
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| exhilarating all my senses by these
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| shimmering and painless flames!
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| The wind blows, I get bewitched by its song, intangible melody
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| deathly hymm.
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| Thanks for tirelessly rocking Gaïa
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| exhilarating all my senses
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| by sensual icy caresses.
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| My life flirts with Bitterness
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| whose alliance is my soul
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| whose season is Fall and whose
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| wedding march is this melody
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| Bitter symphony, drown tour pitches
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| in the huge lake erased by the haze,
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| thus covering every disagreement,
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| only letting pop out, like the break
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| of day, a nostalgic scrap.
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| Trees are unveiling heavenly still-life
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| the wind blows, deathly melody.
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| May this become a hymm.
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| A hymm to dead leaves,
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| A hymm to blowing wind
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| A hymm to Bitterness |