all is the season of death, but death must come before new life can begin
I walk along through the grass watching the leaves turn color and fall
Crick, crack, crunch go the leaves under my shoes
The wind seems to kiss my face
Memories of long past come to me of my first love
Now I am tired I must rest here
I lay down in the leaves, they are crushed beneath my weight
Fall is the season of death and memories
As for me goodbye


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