Where the sun melts to coat trees red and gold..
Long nights approach, stealthily, to wrap me in its robes of sorrow..
Long nights approach, stealthily, to wrap me in its robes of sorrow..
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Autumn Leaves by Paula cole
swiss made. sturdy and in tip-top condition. dark and handsome. i'm an antique clock sitting on an antique table top in a dilapidated antique shop owned by mr. babuuna banana.