[Twisted_Swallow]

-as tears stream down my face...-

The trees didn't
even put up a fight
the son shines hard
but its cold as night

grey spreads like fire
and the clouds want to burst
but the trees are still dull
and the ground filled with thirst

I'm the only red around
still proud as can be
but only when autumn comes round
once more ill be free


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