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put yourself in a cold, grey, wet november afternoon. |
| As the sky turns light in the early twilight Like the darkness we feel when deaths in the air And as the trees become naked, and there souls Lying on the earth’s soil all shriveled up Like an elderly couple The cool crisp air touches your face And tells you November is here The rain has never felt so cold Yet brought you so much joy And brought tears of happiness The birds stop singing And the sky turns grey There are so many signs of changes But my feelings of this time Of change are blank It’s like a black and white photo And no movement in sight So I take these white pills of sorrow And fall into a dream Until the sun comes back to me And brings me back to life |