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Flames reflected in the darkness

As the wind blows cold outside

And the nights are drawing in now

So much quicker without you by my side.

The first leaves are falling

The greens are turning brown

Summers last hot gasp is calling

Autumn voice returns with song of golden gowns

Worn by the fields that have given up their harvests

Now bare under the sun that beats on down

The fields of long grass growing

Winter hay to be scythed with sweat and furrowed brow.

I watch the flames as they flicker

Dancing reflections on the wall

Close my eyes and listen

To the sweetest song of all.