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Fall
A wicked sadness stirs in my soul like the fallen leaves when autumn comes again
These hills aren't home when summer moves away
The life is gone and we're all left bitter as the winter
I have to hide away my heart now before I am lost inside of myself
These hills aren't home when summer moves away
The life is gone and we're all left bitter as the winter
I have to hide away my heart now before I am lost inside of myself
Published 20th Aug 2015
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I'm an Autumn baby and herald its arrival each year. It's when I crave the mountains and the beach. When tourists are gone and I am alone with the natural elements and all that happens seems more real than just a fleeting season.
I wish everyone felt that way. Try getting lost in your heart and see if you don't find a different way out.
Such a forlorn melody between these lines.
