The time of a sour rain
on my frozen skin
The falling leaves of a heart
which beats the death
The tern colors of fall
on a living ground
and my thoughts dying within
Shall my heart be forever gone
to a season of mourning sounds
shall the colors of my mind
ever appear one day, far from here
where peace has been created
to the horizon in my head
turned to the heavenly souls

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