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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Leaves of the Dead Les feuilles mortes They fall like dead soldiers Dreams knifed in the dead of night It is as yesterday Once more Where love was kissing my cheek Where hopes had dreams One could see the blossom of loves desires Leaves falling in the park Autumn coldness brings the dark Death marching towards winters fate Young love broken at the graveyard gates Ah now I am holding a cane I have all but forgotten yesterday I have no lovers My friends have all but gone To their designated places in the ground Piano keys in soft lit lounges I remember the vodka stingers and sultry singers Telling me life was jolie oh so jolie If only there was love… Leaves falling in the park Autumn coldness brings the dark Death marching towards winters fate Young love broken at the graveyard gates At 3am, with burnt cigarette butts If only there was love When the metro finds it’s unwitting end Reality and cubes make ugly paintings There are only drunks Dreamers and bums Thief’s picking pockets of your final instructions Leaves falling in the park Autumn coldness brings the dark Death marching towards winters fate Young love broken at the graveyard gates If you can sober up and face the poverty Of your empty aspirations of hope Come to the bois de Vincennes Where Kings and Queens danced and dined What better place To splay the butter So that the knife slides smooth Whilst the sun fades kissing the seine Autumn leaves will fall Dead again Leaves falling in the park Autumn coldness brings the dark Death marching towards winters fate Young love broken at the graveyard gates
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