The feeble leafs decline,
Enshrined in downing deep
The mourn
The Dawn arose, the slumbers shadows have passed
The autumnal
Unveil yours eyes, see the special moon gone
Leaving not
Aumquam orem dulcem obliviscor de ea somniare non cassavi.
Sed quod
Sengi amoris A mere passions fraud disgraced and to disgrace,In
The leafs and I entangled dance a harmonie I dare
Many a weary night enduredSince the utter charm of joy
As the stars like ludicrous fauns,Join the grim reapers dionystic
Wandering restless through the hillside on a cold December day,
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