October slowly crawls behind my back
With all its golden gifts sent randomly to someone cute and lucky
The God himself signed out from his acc
And off to see the evening in Kentucky
That someone must be really really proud
The Fall for him is not decay and turmoil.
He's got the love and it's his saving shroud,
The cover from cold smiles, from nonsense boil.
Deep down you're kind, and all the glory
For worshiping the hope and light of day -
It seizes to exist, and now is story.
So what's in store for me? The loving Sun of May?
Oh let it be then. Fall is wise and all
But I obliviate in freezing void
Time I woke up by your surprising call
Went off from picture took your Polaroid
October slowly crawls...
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