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Autumn leaves under frozen souls,
Hungry hands turning soft and old,
My hero crying as we stood out their in the cold,
Like these autumn leaves I don't have nothing to hold.

Handsome smiles wearing handsome shoes,
Too young to say, though I swear he knew,
And I hear him singing while he sits there in his chair,
While these autumn leaves float around everywhere.




Och när allt kommer omkring så är ensamhet vackert.
Dra åt helvet.