change of season
the winds blowin'
time's growin'
cold
old
I'm told
where to there,
who would care
it's not a dare,
throw your cards
fold
the leaves are dancin'
I'm fancyin'
live it while you can,
like a bear
bold
time's growin'
cold
old
I'm told
where to there,
who would care
it's not a dare,
throw your cards
fold
the leaves are dancin'
I'm fancyin'
live it while you can,
like a bear
bold
Labels: fall, philosophy, seasons, wind
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