Through this barren soil you came
sweet scent of spring
came and cast the earth in bloom
lent your light to me
But now the summer`s dreams are bent
like grain against the scythe
and memories of blissful days
they fall like leaves
For autumn`s songs are made of loss
of yearning and regret
in bitter tone they are recited
uttered with a heavy heart
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