Autumn steal of the summer
You hear a tocsin of hummer
Hear the groan of harrow
Pain of separation borrow my narrow
Autumn is season of my dead
She comes long to a head
Come time of cold rain
You left me and again
I feel a torment pain
Heaven cry bitter tears
Abyss then over my tear
Dreams turned in to fear
I want to be with you near
Come back to me, my dear
Cold bided me
Come back to me
Night hold of my mind
Her dark make me blind
Nature and you pass her find my mind
Autumn
© Copyright: Андрей Миронов 3, 2009
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