... and I'm seating here,
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the night is falling in this cold autumn evening...
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I watch the leaves as they fall.
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The trees are like shadows
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against the dying sun beyond the mountains,
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and the flowers I sent you did not reach you in time.
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Then I remember when I held her hands,
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trying to clean the tears from her face
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and she passed away slowly,
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as tears were flowing out from my sad eyes,
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the candles no longer shines."
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But you'll still be my shelter,
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my angel, my other self,
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and every time I close my eyes,
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I can hear you, I hear you calling my name..."
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I don't feel the blood running in my veins,
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the world is full of broken and empty dreams,
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I hold on to my dreams as if they were my only reality,
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and there is no light from miles away,
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it feels like I've been far for so long,
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so far from my self...
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The darkness took place, no dreams came true,
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but the everlasting flame still burns inside,
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and I have a dull smile on my face.
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As the Autumn Comes...
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| My Threnody |
