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November (Golden fallen)
And so as nothing leads to nothing
and your weary eyes
leaves turn golden then they fall
grasping for the past
An old tramp in the corner
monument of life
you used to own the whole world too
benches for thrones, friends to trust
All is gone yet you still live
bursting with sweet love
Love of golden fallen leaves
- that is what you've...
Friday 12th November 2010 6:52 pm
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