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Autumnal dismal song

Singer-wind never wrong

Master of clouds trying to remind how it serious:

To lose and to find

Your disappointment strongest that your sense

Fly with the whirlwind – its pomp decadence.

At the night you will see dreadful dream about the calm.

You will hate nights & sleep, scared heart take alarm

Understand: now you can’t listen to voice of sky

Knock subsides, weeping lasts. Trust in wind, stop to cry