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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 earth's 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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