| This autumn feels like funeral to me
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| The longest song of grief
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| And not for what has passed
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| But for what shall last
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| Exhausted nature is so tragic and suicidal
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| Oh how spectacular she is when she kills herself
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| Death throes are slowly crawling to her toes
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| As the last leaf is falling off her head
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| I’m here with her undressed
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| With a few petals on my breasts
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| We shared opiates and let the landscapes do the same
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| I love your warmth but yet prefer to sleep in cold alone
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| We fixed our eyes up to the sky
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| To see a flight send us farewell
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| Goodbye
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| May we see each other next time
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| So please, come back to celebrate this festival of life
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| Then as now fly
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| Today you reached the point of no return
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| Now cry and then die
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| Tomorrow I will meet you with your cells restored
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| Annual tradition of mass destruction
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| In the name of total reconstruction
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| My biggest source of confusion
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| The reason of decay and disillusion
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| Under permanent ice
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| We found a breathless paradise
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| No, we’re not dead
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| No, we’re not dead
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| Just enjoying coma
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| From the ashes of my roots
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| The new me will rise to live again
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| This is poetry of youth
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| This is poetry of me and you
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| From the ashes of my roots
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| The new me will rise to live again
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| This is poetry of youth
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| This is poetry of me and you |