few times a week | to the mall and back | few times a week | this fog | so i wind down the window | they combine | the birds leave the misty shroud | they are headed south | the leafs are falling to the ground | like me the week before | it feels like looking in a mirror | but the leafs are falling bland | the wind is stroking my face | it's bringing me back home | i know | this is not my autumn | and it can't be hers either | the boy next door and his bike | the crossroad.sun-drenched |everything like in my dream last night | but something is missing | but someone is missing | it's bringing me to the verge of despair | it's like losing life | my veins | black | but i won't hug the fire | no | i won't shed hope | now i have this stone in my pocket | the other one i gave away | it got lost - challanged to bring luck from a distance now | they covered a long way to bring chance | so i am hoping | i am dreaming - its all about taking and giving|its all about taking and giving stones! i am so grateful | thank you | thank you for giving me the stiches to heal my aching wound | i am feeling fine receiving all your words | it doesn't matter what way they travel | down under | east | west | my town | or another | it doesn't matter how i receive them | i read these lines | i hear these words | they help | it's about taking and giving | today i am taking | later i will be giving | yes | i promise | so thank you for giving me your hands | thank you for being just there
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