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the days r long n grey...cold and wet..
the nights r short..dark n empty.
them autumn leaves in the most beautiful colour of colours...
just to fall from the tree to the ground..
turn brown..
whitter...
has it already served its purpose?
are there any reasons why?
i am lookin for a place to hide...
..a place where i cannot fail..
..betray nor deny.
the little angel with the black wings
are now running...
no longer can she fly.
..........guide me home.
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