The fall of the leaf is a wonderful fault
Worn by those with happy heads and energy;
To situate the conversation is a deed,
How my heart feels a relentless grief
Laid on it by humane nonsense,
And how slumbers of the night
Are awakened by more slumber?
It is the ruins of the palace forgotten by winds,
It is the instigator of sin, the champion who will win
Over devils when once been a devil,
When the leaf that falls will enter the edge of reason.
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