In Autumn's grasp, I find my soul's lament,
Where leaves, like tears, in golden hues descend,
Brave muse, traverse this wonderous land, unbent,
Where melancholy whispers through each bend.
The stardust dawn, a promise yet untold,
A fleeting kiss of warmth in the chill air,
But as the day unfolds, the truth unfolds,
The fading light, a burden hard to bear.
The leaves,...
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