
It was a fall day
One where I almost wished it would snow
And snow for real.
I tracked through the city in sorrow
Arresting the progress of autumn
Knocking at the doors of emptiness.

It was a fall day
One where I almost wished it would snow
And snow for real.
I tracked through the city in sorrow
Arresting the progress of autumn
Knocking at the doors of emptiness.

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