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As the sun is hiding by the autumn clouds
The rain approaches, the rain is coming from the north.
As the air is getting colder.
The voices from the past, sound louder

I wanna write about the pale sun
before i will sence that i'm done.
The mist is covering, all over our fen.
The right time to pick up my pen.

Now the rain is falling, on the dead leaves
looks like bodies, robbed by thieves.
On the wet soil i layed, in full delight.
Nature's thousand faces are my treasure.

I wanna write about the pale sun
before i will sence that i'm done.
The mist is covering all over our fen.
The right time to pick up my pen.

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