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‘Tis the season of the mist again

The sun shines no more

It’s forgotten by the tired land

The artist paints with a palette of gray

And brown and yellow, and red

And the fallen leaves are damp and moist and wet

Where did you go, did you hide in the fog?

Just like the summer you left in the fall

Time heals the wounds but time does not fly back

After all the lights are spent night is always black!

The cliffs are wet by the tears of the rain

The sky meets the sea, a wall painted in grey…

And the storm descends on me

Where did you go, did you hide in the fog?

Just like the summer you left in the fall

Time heals the wounds but time does not fly back

After all the lights are spent night is always black!

Where did you go, did you hide in the fog?

Just like the summer you left me in the fall

Time heals the wounds but time does not forgive

In the absence of tomorrow in the past with you I live!