Autumn In this moment, I have dreamed of you From the happiness I dreamed; Which was given to us by the summer. But, While I was dreaming, suddently, the orchestra pit emtieded ... Music of summer had faded away to the south. "Wreaths full of flowers" A solar car past me The wind picks golden apples; I quickly painted three colorfulleaves on your breast. KRISTIAN GOLDMUND AUMANN AUTHORl270810
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