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The bloom of the flowers is slowly closing
To give way to a colder time
And the dark of the night is slowly engulfing
The world filled with lights


And we take our jackets and ventour to the world
Against the winds and the rains
The warmth will come back someday
When the hopeful spring begins


But for now, the days will turn orange
The leaves will fall from the trees
Autumn, in its essential sunset
makes its way to us with ease.