The first day of fall is the last day I'll kiss the sky
The cold air surprises my bones have been spoiled by the summer's heat
The sun hides its face, and I'll hide mine too
Sooner or later this winter will rain down and leave me to wait for one year.
I'll be there, I promise.
Next year this time, I'll be there waiting.
I'll dream of the past, and wish
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