It's moving to aside, wheeling on and on Fallen from a shaded tree, Not even alive to know that it has been set free.
May be its you, May be its me or maybe its us—Who Will gain It's Blessful bounty? A big bustle In the sonoma county. Arrivals of a candelia and a brown cinnamon brew.
It Looks like a flowing fire, Whose burning flames Could never be drew.
Fellow silence sounds more melodious than a violin strings.
That strong tangerine, honey and crimson shades will never fades,
Until this autumnal ages will played.

Song recommendations - Technicolour Beat by OH Wonder.
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