@@
For this song I wrote / in this tune I mote,
Under the bright lit sun / rain drops pouring
Over the cabin door / the shadows within call
For the hidden voice / that whisps, the fainting
Song bird falling from / a sky that always hums:
Beware thee
Shadows, fallowing...
Burned willows fall.
Nature's calling call / in this masquerade ball,
A song not fit for love / or joy for the crypt.
A song for the broken / who fell and slipped.
It is now the fall / and yet it feels.
As if the Winter month / is already now:
Beware thee
Shadows, fallowing...
Burned willows fall.
One may live their life so strictly
As one falls into a dream so faintly
Wondering when those shadow will fade
Into some another hidden universe.
Perhaps one may hope soon,
But soon can be another century
And a half, depending on when the waiting
Begins, to rot you to the core.
Another decade, perhaps a century.
Between the buggies and the street cars,
Or the disease of consumption,
Or the disease of lessening vision. Ever still
Be my beating heart, wondering in the forest.
Wondering, at my behest.
No more shall the babies smiles,
No more shall the crypt shake the cradles.
No more shall the Winter be a burden still.
No more shall the notes on the tombstones,
Sing winter nursery rhymes.
Instead the crows call:
Beware thee
Shadows, fallowing...
Burned willows fall.@@
For this song I wrote / in this tune I mote,
Under the bright lit sun / rain drops pouring
Over the cabin door / the shadows within call
For the hidden voice / that whisps, the fainting
Song bird falling from / a sky that always hums:
Beware thee
Shadows, fallowing...
Burned willows fall.
Nature's calling call / in this masquerade ball,
A song not fit for love / or joy for the crypt.
A song for the broken / who fell and slipped.
It is now the fall / and yet it feels.
As if the Winter month / is already now:
Beware thee
Shadows, fallowing...
Burned willows fall.
One may live their life so strictly
As one falls into a dream so faintly
Wondering when those shadow will fade
Into some another hidden universe.
Perhaps one may hope soon,
But soon can be another century
And a half, depending on when the waiting
Begins, to rot you to the core.
Another decade, perhaps a century.
Between the buggies and the street cars,
Or the disease of consumption,
Or the disease of lessening vision. Ever still
Be my beating heart, wondering in the forest.
Wondering, at my behest.
No more shall the babies smiles,
No more shall the crypt shake the cradles.
No more shall the Winter be a burden still.
No more shall the notes on the tombstones,
Sing winter nursery rhymes.
Instead the crows call:
Beware thee
Shadows, fallowing...
Burned willows fall.@@
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