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The rain

Sprinkles acid

On the colours of autumn

Not the breeze

Not the leaf

Not the fast footsteps of a passer by who passed

No one does'nt confute me to go

You ride on a winged horse of childish stories

And go instead of to come

Your going

Kills me

The same as falling the leafs of a poplar