I can feel the dusk of loneliness
The subtle whisper of late October wind
Sky starts fading
From rose colored glasses to dark hued gray
Just like the leaves of autumn day
Drifting away
Locked behind gaiety
Appreciating the roar of the thunder
Embracing the pour of rain
Committed to immortal sin
I am nobody
Nowhere to go, to me to listen
Come visit me I'm helplessly dying
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