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Colours burst in wild explosions; |
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Fiery, flaming shades of fall |
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All in accord with my pounding heart |
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Behold the autumnweaver |
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In bronze and yellow dying, |
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Colours unfold into dreams |
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In hordes of a thousand and one |
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The bleeding |
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Unwearing their masks to the last notes of summer |
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Their flutes and horns in nightly swarming |
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Colours burst within |
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Spare me those unending fires |
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Bestowed upon the flaming shades of fall |
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September flies beyond our reach |
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As the flames reborn their fall |
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October is the art we teach |
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With the flaming shades of fall |
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November, robe of prophet |
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- heart of false redeemer |
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Night whispers |
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As the flaming shades of fall now die. |
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Darkness, |
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Wild and unchained |
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Towards its heart we plunge |
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We must crush the false redeemer |
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With the flaming shades of fall |
