| Mysterious Season |
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| It is mysterious so much |
| This autumn, that pleased my eyes |
| With maple crown and smell of flowers |
| And raises me, again and again |
| And foliage rustles and I am |
| Fanned by it’s clear breath |
| It is refined charming fragrance |
| Reminds me the taste of wine |
| And strange scent of her perfume |
| And easy breeze of her fabrics |
| Attracts me giving tenderness |
| I feel her gloomy sight |
| Through her lowered eyelashes |
| And her transparent tears |
| Melt in palms, as white snow |
