Changes
The autumn breeze is in the air.
The clouds are moving through the sky.
Morning frost leaves the ground so bare.
Soon all of my flowers will die.
The moist rain falls upon the hills.
I long for Spring every day.
Night ice covers my window sill.
I let my dreams carrie me away.
My cheek lays down on the soft bed.
I try my best to fall asleep.
All the spring colors fill my head.
Gently my eyes close as I weep.
My lips wake covered with a smile.
Yet my heart feels a frozen chill.
It only lasts a short while.
When I see your grave on the hill.
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