She is only one, who remember.
She dances in the cloud of her dress.
The summer is dead. And September,
Is playing the red-yellow chess.
She’s dancing now so slow
She’s dancing here alone
And this is her dawn.
Through dark autumns’ night alone.
Nobody’s here, to call
And breathing fast, she’ll fall
So take a look she’s gone.
Oh, dark autumn night is gone.
It’s hard to believe and no wonder,
She cries a few times in a week.
She sings with the screams of a thunder.
She goes every day to the ocean.
Her shelter is under the shell.
Her fears, her words and emotions…
Are huge, but there’s no one to tell.
It’s hard to believe and no wonder,
She cries a few times in a week.
She sings with the screams of a thunder.
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