Confusion reigns over the land
    And all the circus sands
All the lies stretched out below
    The truth held in my hand

The leaves are falling so are we
    About to hit the ground
The clouds are calling us to see
    What's always been around

The bare trees bemoan our loss
    Bereft of leaves so green
Emptiness pervades the woods
    No sight but only seem

 

 

 

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