The Fall
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My heart's land is strewn with yellow leaves
Fallen from the heights of dreams
The wind whistles through the emptiness
Biting, stinging the faint flesh
I sink and sink into an autumn abyss
Hearing the moans of the trampled leaves
The feet stamp hard on my heart
And trees are shedding, shedding my dreams
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