Migrating birds cover the sky
It's easy to leave
But it's harder to fly
Everything's changing
It's a long way from the sun
I stand in indecision
Should I stay or should I run
Will my love fall as the leaves
to be buried in the coming of the snow
Or frozen in the past
like all that's gone before
beneath my feet as I go
In autumn
Will summer's love affair end unaware?
Leaving me nothing as before
Will everything that's green end
when my love has been?
Do I hear the closing of a door
In autumn
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