Air transitions, hums tradition
Shakes the park upside down
Curious contrast, coloring contest
Brightly covers the ground
Small things, they're all involuntary
My colors dim and vary
One by one fall from grace
To my feet they cling unintentionally
From the front porch to the side street
Dying happily, happily
The sky has stepped out, my shade is come down
My shadow cannot withstand
The sharp of its face trims my heart with lace
I flutter into the hands
Of circumstance, circumstance, circumstance
Small things, they're all involuntary
My colors dim and vary
One by one fall from grace
To my feet they cling unintentionally
From the front porch to the side street
Dying happily, happily

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