A blue and windy day
A month or so ago
Was the last gasp
Of summertime this year
Now, the cold has come in
It's damp and grey again
Rotting all the fruit left on the vine
Our hands can never keep up
We never tire of the changing of the seasons...
Days grow short
Fade away
Sweet decay
Of brown and gold
Autumn rain,
She cascades
The clouds and the sky
above know more
In the south of the northwest
The birds have come and gone
With patterns, in time -
the years pass us by
And how the cold has come in
Again, and again, and again
Rotting all the fruit left on the vine
Our hands can never keep up
We never tire of the changing of the seasons...
Days grow short
Fade away
Sweet decay
Of brown and gold
Autumn rain,
She cascades
The clouds and the sky
above know more
Dark coming in
Light fades to black
Going where the wind goes...
The clouds and the sky
above know no more
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