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Give me the autumn
Be so kind, and give me that autumn.
You don't cherish September at all.
In a box under bed, on the bottom,
You've forgotten my glimmering fall.
There it lies, unforgivably simple;
Nothing more than a blushy good-bye
And a childish kiss on your dimple,
That would echo a light in the eye.
It is burried in passionate madness
So the worries of teen-age are dead.
Such an autumn is nothing but sadness
If compared to the summers you've had.
And if so, would you please give it back?
I will buy it a beautiful chain
And will wear it like jewels on my neck,
As a tribute to thunder and rain.
I will love it like nobody will,
Just for nothing, for sheltering us
When we stood in the rain, on the sill,
Watching rain-pearls on yellowish grass.
What is autumn? Just gold on at ree.
You've had Augusts and Aprils instead.
But I need it, so give it to me.
It's the best of the autumns I've had.
