Still lies, still feint, but no more shadows
What goes will go, my heart is free
To love a ghost - that madness follows...
Away from me this cold must be.
Time flows, time runs, time never stops
Time takes the past and writes the future
It's time which kills a child who hopes
And bares the hours of pain and pleasure...
Flow, time, fly fast, as river flows
The wind blows down to raise leaves up
Go, time, throw me, as autumn throws
First leaves to leave this world trap...
My little autumn
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