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Golden leaves falling,

branches heavy leaning from the trees.

Howling winds calling, 

whispering upon the breeze..
.
      " For you i am calling" .

groans of foliage upon the earths floor.

Her soul weeps ever more. 

Still i can hear the winds howling 

    " For you i am calling" 

Chill of fall never felt so cold,

upon my skin as this moment. 


  Fear rising upon my soul. 

For i hear the wind as she calls.
  
I hear the sound of her soul weeping, 

her blood thin, life slowly seeping.
  
  Still I hear her winds......

  “ For you I am calling” 

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