We must be at home before
The night coveres the street.
See, falling red leaves
Are already near your feet.
Leave all of your thoughts,
Hurry to cross the gloaming park.
It was the last lazy day.
We all must go to the dark.
Chorus:
Where is all that you love?
Where is all that you met
In that summerly day,
In this last sunset?
We've got used to heat.
We've got used to light.
But now all is in the past.
We must be faster than night.
We could reach our home.
We've almost escaped the fear.
But it's too late.
Autumn is already here.
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