This day of autumn,
like a September song
- withering leaves fall.
Hours like falling leaves,
another day in autumn
- ninth of September.
Here I'm standing now,
in these days of falling dreams
- red brown and yellow.
Further on dream days,
onto darkness of winter
- after dancing leaves.
Life is autumn now,
yesterday and tomorrow
- a wonderful time.
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