As I have closed this chapter I've likewise looked ahead But unlike many others I did not refuse to read A tale as sweet, from dreams conjured, as sweet as autumn's dying leaves in the morning's gentle breeze I awake from worlds within that few will ever see at night But there's no river to cross twice No journey that could take me back In their solemn gracious beauty the pageants who have done too well now leave their kingdom, leaves will fall and in the morning's gentle breeze float, descend and tumble each on their own, each one of all replace the starlight, none comes back They tell a tale of faded dreams, somewhere in my book flutter through the hands of fate untied by their sacrifice fly beyond the last frontiers to die now that they're free at last.Birth sign: Capricorn
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