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New day, the view changes behind the window |
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Seems I lived through it many times |
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20th autumn and all the same so sorrowful |
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In me became much colder, exhaust the rest of my heat |
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I became indifferent as wind |
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Grey as sky and cold as autumn rain |
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I play this autumn part as I was born for it |
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And I drop off old leaves, old leaves |
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Autumn breathing brings me pictures which I already saw in past |
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I see you on them, but you only there |
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I paint in watercolor pictures and dreams |
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Leaf through illustrations of us |
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I leave the past behind the autumn's door |
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I fall again... without you |
