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Tune to come


Autumn breathing

The air is filled
Of wonder filled
Wherever I wander
The treas I go under
Of colour filled
Of beaty filled
The fall that is calling
The leaves that are falling
That summer has built

The nature cries
My lullaby
Soothing and singing
No end or beginning
Dont ask me why
A secret lies
The loving and giving
The life from the living
Each autumn will die

Chorus

Yellow will remind me of the sunshine that we had
And red is so my hart will not forget
Brown is what is left without the yellow and the red
And rain so that my tears reamining wet
My feeling so tender
Cause of beaty an splendor
When summertime the wintertime has met.

The wind from west
A welcomed guest
For each leaf that its seat left
Farwell on a leaflet
A final test
Before final rest
Daring detaching
And wind to be catching
In colour contest

Like wound that heals
When prayer kneals
For each leaf that is flying
Trees bleeding an dying
Away it steals
The life that feels
That It soon will be facing
A sleep so amazing
It has to be real

Chorus

All leaves that found
The yellow ground
Each one it detaches
Together form patches
Colour astound
Spread all around
The ground will be warming
The quilt that its forming
The rustling of sound

The air is high
A last goodbye
The last geese are leaving
Formation is cleaving
The open sky
A final cry
Vibrating and rading
Till finally fading
It silence defied

Chorus




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Publicerad 2013-10-15 12:41



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