My Autumn,
Mmm...give way
My inner sanctum, my autumn
To set the tone and get in the mood
A place of many a wanderings
Where I go when you're not here with me
Physically, oh, to hold you
Though I take you along
For showers and things
Through Forrest trees
And rows of vines
Cold withered pear trees
We don't seem to mind
Because we're running, playing, singing rhymes
Say you'll play harping for me
Dancing freely and freakily
Through the changeling leavesπ
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