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October 2006 A non-angsty, somewhat playfully patronizing poem generally directed at the part of me that is angsty sometimes. |
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Autumn Grey is here to stay She's chasing all the leaves away Curtains the sky apart from the day Hasn't got a thing to say. Autumn Grey, sad is she, Revels in the melancholy Turns her tear-grey eye to me Autumn Grey sighs heavily. Autumn Grey is a lonely dove She thinks she's got no one to love She looks at her feet but never above There is no sun in the world of Autumn Grey, the lonely dove. Autumn Grey, although it's rare When your smile shines through auburn hair It seems that winter would never dare To take you away to the plains of nowhere. Autumn Grey, although it's strange I do so love your brooding ways But when spring blooms I meet the gaze Of another girl whose calm smile stays. Autumn Grey, you know that you Are dear to me as the sky fades from blue Still, I understand why you Sigh so when I return anew. Every year I learn again Slowly that I love you when The leaves are falling, floating then When Autumn Grey comes back again. |