The red and orange leaves
Remind me of a time
Where there was a simple breeze.
And she seemed so at peace,
And her long strands of hair remind
Me of the red and orange leaves.
He offered me wine and cheese,
And I could not accept, for it was a crime
Where there was a simple breeze.
And he cried, and his please
Ring in my ear, “Send mine
Love to the red and orange leaves.”
Somewhere in the trees,
I can hear her cries
Where there was a simple breeze.
Regret burns in me, for it sees
Unrequited love die in time
Of the falling red and orange leaves
And the stillness where there was once was a simple breeze.
Feb 7, 2012
Feb 7, 2012 at 5:06 PM UTC
The red and orange leaves
Remind me of a time
Where there was a simple breeze.
And she seemed so at peace,
And her long strands of hair remind
Me of the red and orange leaves.
He offered me wine and cheese,
And I could not accept, for it was a crime
Where there was a simple breeze.
And he cried, and his please
Ring in my ear, “Send mine
Love to the red and orange leaves.”
Somewhere in the trees,
I can hear her cries
Where there was a simple breeze.
Regret burns in me, for it sees
Unrequited love die in time
Of the falling red and orange leaves
And the stillness where there was once was a simple breeze.
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