When Autumn leaves start to fall—the process, begins to end
Changing forms in the storm cuz the path must bend
And return to the source where the heart can mend
Where the soul can grow whole and be born begin again
Like leaves rustling, something leaves within
And it's grim but beautiful as a calm sets in
Our lives and our dreams are the leaves in the wind
Swept away during Autumn as the light grows dim

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