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No matter how delicate the wind blows
Or how high it inevitably takes me
The feeling is drowning in too much reason
I try so hard to bend with the seasons
But the leaves fly all around
Circling and falling in orange and red
Dark clouds billow overhead
My nails dig deep into their soil bed
Because cool ground is my only friend
And no matter how much I beg for the end
Secretly, I want you to decline
Bow your solemn head along with mine
Don't say goodbye, just hold my hand
Strangers upon this quiet land
We will descend like the leaves
And find a home that we can keep
