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The wretch is wretched with autumn

When leaves fall down and rot away

The season of depression sets in

All fog and rain, men come to nothing

Jarring notes fulfil the nothingness

Act of despair, merry tones

Don't disecumber you from the melancholy

But makes men to suicidal behaviour

Tears fulfill all dreams

As a leading thread

Running to subconscious

Denude all thee sorrows

Narcissism becomes a blockade

It is lost labour

Serve as a servant to your constrained manners

Humble, adherence to thy obsession

Whoe upon thee! Slattern appearance

Halfway season yet, wistful as I say

Time slowly passes y

Your head is in a whirl, loose your mind!

and come to sense cause thousand empty faces

Don't fill an empty space

Cry and abate all the tension

Prevent the wandering

Mind is stygian

Dying for spring

To leave this misery behind

is tolay down and Rest