the shadows fall on the pavement
the rain, it falls on the ground
the starlight falls on the trees
the leaves, they fall all around

All Things Fall, our time will come
now it is the season for the Summer to succumb
succumb to its ending, for nothing can last
Autumn has arrived, but this too shall pass

it is now the age of orange, red, and brown
the paintbrush of Nature wipes us all down
stripping us of who we were before
the blackbirds, the crows, they caw at our door

now it is the time to lengthen our sleeves
to prepare the people for All Hallow's Eve
to sit by the fire or near candlelight
to reflect on ourselves and what is in sight

All Things Fall and rise again
enjoy this time before it ends
All Things Fall and rise again
enjoy this time before it ends.

Two Cities, bitter enemies;
Two Cities, truest foes

The First was from eternity,
The Other from the shadow

The First descended from the sky,
The Other from the ground

The First had but a King on high,
The Other Creation crowned

Both Cities do contain the whole
But One contains it all

Both Cities do contain the whole
But One contains it all…

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We could kindle the twigs and the fallen leaves
Dry as a dead dingo's donger
And make a fire which burns for a while
But betimes would flicker and out it goes sooner or later

We could even build a house skillfully like the cassican
Sight to a sore eyes on completion
A beautiful paradise and definitely talk of the town
But talks are like baby fat they always disappear

We could write in the sand as we stand on the shore
The tale of our union but the tides will come
Or even inscribe on a rock the symbol of our love
There for years until denudation knocks

So I think it's better if we dig the ground
Not to keep the dead but to grow a life
As we sow a seed which grows for life
Come the seasons under the sun

A saviour on a sunny day
With nectariferous flowers bearing fruit with seeds
A zoar for birds and other figures of life
Green that adds to the already colourful work of art

Come let's plant a tree today on the spot
Where our hearts melted like iron in a furnace
As the smith forges what he pleases
Where we met after days spent following the treasure trail

Where we first kissed and nothing else mattered
But the wrestle of two lit tongues
Right where love found us and we found love
The clouds bearing witness

Though a howling gale may rise
Bring it down like the leaves in autumn
But there's always a contingency plan
Seeds that will sprout in spring