Текст: Haste The Day. Dreamer. Autumn.
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Red leaves blow in the wind, leaving home and everything it's known behind.
Barren branches wave goodbye as the red leaves slowly die.
Every flower stares and watches as the wind it takes me away before the sun shone upon me.
Now the wind it takes me away
Red leaves blow in the wind, leaving home and everything it's known behind.
Barren branches wave goodbye as the red leaves slowly die.
Every flower stares and watches as the wind it takes me away before the sun shone upon me.
Now the wind it takes me away
Haste The Day
Haste The Day
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