The Autumn air always grew stale
Until unseasoned bloom
Pluck the last leaf from the tree
Just as my new plants hue
Were sun shone locks of you
Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 3:39 AM UTC
The Autumn air always grew stale
Until unseasoned bloom
Pluck the last leaf from the tree
Just as my new plants hue
Were sun shone locks of you
This was a song before I got rid of all the crap and took my best quatrain out of it.
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