When the violins
Of the autumn winds
Begin to sigh
My heart is torn
With their forlorn
Monotony.
And when the hour
Sounds from the tower
I weep tears
For i recall
The loss of all
My perished years
And then I go
With the winds that blow
And carry me
There and here
Like a withered and sere
Leaf from a tree.
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