The dry leave of autumn
Discarded, it run free with the wind
The sorrow all forgotten
In a foreign land it lands
Rest on a high rock
Untouched it stay
Till the winter blankets it with snow
It rest in peace
Discarded, it run free with the wind
The sorrow all forgotten
In a foreign land it lands
Rest on a high rock
Untouched it stay
Till the winter blankets it with snow
It rest in peace
And dissolves with the new spring sun
Bids it goodbye and add a layer to our existence
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