When golden hue disappears in mournful pastelled miles
O, wind,
blow me to the countryside homes
I cannot see
the glory of autumn petals
Except the
mountain pallets and valleys
Saddened and thinned me with the pale foliage
When rusted wind brings tarnish golden green
When rusted wind brings tarnish golden green
Let me dream so far with rustic scenes
Passing old days, will my aching heart fail
Passing old days, will my aching heart fail
From dusk to dawn, I am blessed to dream
but mildest my own pain
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but mildest my own pain
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Fantastic!!!
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