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Thick fog envelops the last path and a whirlwind will lift

Them up to the heavens for sink in sleep

Their sad eyes are looking up, begging to leave them here

In the season where fall is ever long

Dissolving in the wind

Falling at my feet

Rain washes away the weariness

Shrouding the world with a cloth of death

Part of unstoppable change

Turning seasons in a circle

Pouring down on a blood-golden mess

Of fallen leaves, autumn fragments

Among the lights and shadows

Autumn draws sadness patterns, letting in the cold

Canvas of red and yellow strokes

Covered with tears of silent Nox

Sorrow is drawn on the autumn`s cloth

Thick fog envelops the last path and a whirlwind will lift

Them up to the heavens for sink in sleep

Their sad eyes are looking up, begging to leave them here

In the season where fall is ever long