shadows of November
turn into darkness
of December evenings
autumn has lost her grip
lady winter will soon
make her arrival
the golden leaves
have gone away
naked limbs now dance
outside my window
frigid air knocks on
my door to be let in
turn into darkness
of December evenings
autumn has lost her grip
lady winter will soon
make her arrival
the golden leaves
have gone away
naked limbs now dance
outside my window
frigid air knocks on
my door to be let in
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