What thoughts are troubling your soul
When you see golden leaves in flow?
What dreams are troubling your brain
When mornings turn to cold and rain?
Whom do you need to warm your heart
That flows with leaves and falls apart?
What is the color of the eyes
That see your truths and know your lies?
Is that the autumn smoke that spreads
Illusive wings `bove our heads?
No...
It is me and it is you
So indecisive...cold and blue.
What thoughts are troubling your soul..
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