buried under autumn leaves the shadows of summer feed the soil winter did not cheat them of life it laid them down in silent pastures to gift them rebirth in future days I am wounded now at least in spirit I don’t know how or why the winter has kissed my lips the cold has touched my heart but I still know how to love and I’ll be coming back so bury me in rotting leaves rest me now for future days just don’t lose my number lover wait for me
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