That autumn day after day showered the trees with flattery.
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That autumn day after day
showered the trees
with flattery.
And painted the leaves with fire
with a touch of noble
revenge.
And every morning it sent
a simple signal,
that there would be a ball
of the last warm days...
And somewhere in the endless distance
a wedge of birds went past the pass,
cranes cried long and drawn out,
that autumn's ninth wave
will sweep from your eyes
the shades of sorrow and sadness.
But it will draw the bridges apart.
as long as winter has
its own plans for that.