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The autumn is a restless land,
The quiet is tired to wait for dusk,
The wind is singing in a band,
That rocks to sleep, it is its task.
The yellow leaves are swinging slow,
The birds calm down, the night will reign,
Cold hands will scatter stars with ploy,
Don't try to get them, thats in vain.
October leaves are flyaway,
They rustle underfoot to spite,
They hope to see another day,
The sun, the sky, the life, the light.
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