This is the first autumn
I don't wanna write songs about love
Bronze leaves lie in the bottom
Of skies and gold domes shine above
Nudity takes dominion
The air streamingly loses it's weight
Nobody's losing or winning
Bridges are burned and duties are paid
Humble sun sends it's rays through the sky lense
Clouds drive northward their breed
Peace for my soul and the silence
That's what I now desperately need
First autumn
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