thomasatattamus
No one's here
The summer sun is fading as the year grows old,
and darker days are drawing near,
the winter winds will be much colder,
now - that no one's here.
We watched the birds fly south across our autumn sky
and one by one they disappeared ...
We wish that we were flying with them,
now no one's here ...
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No one's here
The summer sun is fading as the year grows old,
and darker days are drawing near,
the winter winds will be much colder,
now - that no one's here.
We watched the birds fly south across our autumn sky
and one by one they disappeared ...
We wish that we were flying with them,
now no one's here ...
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