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Its all as if the rains pouring down
Gray mists will rest upon the longing eyes
As if ones waiting for the spring
That November will bring
And one cant hear the footsteps behind
And silent door wont shut
Its all as if a tranquil flood carries you away from the empty towns
Where the wind chases about
Fragments of things unsaid
Where along the rainy paths
Autumn continues along on its way