A November wind stirs up the road before us,
we still don't see the leaves falling
We laugh and cry amongst ourselves,
and hear not the silent whispers calling
The twilight dawn caresses our echo_
And carries it away into the misty abyss
May 18, 2013
May 18, 2013 at 1:18 PM UTC
A November wind stirs up the road before us,
we still don't see the leaves falling
We laugh and cry amongst ourselves,
and hear not the silent whispers calling
The twilight dawn caresses our echo_
And carries it away into the misty abyss
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