| It Lays Over the Leaves |
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| Look at the Autumn now, it’s born and dead each day… |
| Don’t try to catch it, it’s on the end of the end… |
| Waiting the call, our mother, waiting for what is left |
| On the streets of the largest city in a grey universe… |
| I will have to jump till my bones break… |
| Like little nail of this old wood… |
| There’s only one thing I can do… |
| Trying to sleep till sun doesn’t rise… |
