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Fall is the loneliest time of the year
There's a chill in the air
That tears at your heart.
A red sun sets on the horizon
But so far away
You can't feel its warmth.
Like you're alone for the first time
The summer sun no longer shines
It's golden rays
On your tan, rosy cheeks.
A white, cold sky
Retires to grey
The wind dies with it
And the sun hides away.
The bare e m p t y trees
No longer wave
Full of leaves
They have fallen to their grave.
Love is sometimes lost
And leaves a hollow, vacant lot
Inside your heart.
Tears
f
a
l
l
easily now
As you sometimes wonder
How you could ever live without him
If some October
He was gone, like the summer.