The times are coming new
Inside giving ways
Resonates to the few
The moods of summer days
Bring you joy to mind
Each in their instant shine
Whiles of summers behind
Every color and line
Yesterday - easy to love
Everything going to oblivion
Clouds graying above
Now gentle feelings are done
Watching the clouds drifting
Into a lonely fall
Temperaments along shifting
For each autumn call
The woods are alone watching
A footstep chills away
A yellow mood leaves torching
Casting my heart to clay
You are like the birds flown
Into my thoughts again
And I'm here on my own
Searching each route in the rain
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