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They called me a pessimist And I guess I am I mean it's true But it's not my fault that the autumn days are dark Whispering harshly in the night Ripping leaves off of trees Leaving them limp and bare to survive winter The little winds foreshadow the coming brutal storms That leave us cold in terror But the breeze is so powerful It numbs my skin like a drug Keeps my blood rushing, wanting more And my eyes are pleased to see the rainfall of the leaves From branches of clouds So beautiful Then comes the holidays and cremed cocoas The laughter and the dazzling crisp snow One true pessimist They call me but I'll go with it and let it go
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Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 9:24 PM UTC
The views of a pessimist
They called me a pessimist And I guess I am I mean it's true But it's not my fault that the autumn days are dark Whispering harshly in the night Ripping leaves off of trees Leaving them limp and bare to survive winter The little winds foreshadow the coming brutal storms That leave us cold in terror But the breeze is so powerful It numbs my skin like a drug Keeps my blood rushing, wanting more And my eyes are pleased to see the rainfall of the leaves From branches of clouds So beautiful Then comes the holidays and cremed cocoas The laughter and the dazzling crisp snow One true pessimist They call me but I'll go with it and let it go
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Oct 23, 2014
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