Come here, my friend
Where the autumn leaves fall
In the pond there, down below
Don’t they look pretty
Oh such a pity,
That the prettiness always must go
You know it's not my fault
And yet you blame
Everything pretty someday decays
The balance of beauty
Seems to degrade
Once I am here, your old friend decay
I play a line between life and death
The new, the old
The now and regret
Now I'll tell you my friend
With your head held sadly
There must be death before life can be made
Ignorant humans,
Never recognize beauty
Once it starts to fade
Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 7:04 PM UTC
Come here, my friend
Where the autumn leaves fall
In the pond there, down below
Don’t they look pretty
Oh such a pity,
That the prettiness always must go
You know it's not my fault
And yet you blame
Everything pretty someday decays
The balance of beauty
Seems to degrade
Once I am here, your old friend decay
I play a line between life and death
The new, the old
The now and regret
Now I'll tell you my friend
With your head held sadly
There must be death before life can be made
Ignorant humans,
Never recognize beauty
Once it starts to fade
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