My soul, like leaves, in crimson hues is drowned,
Sadness, like wind, through branches whispers low.
The clock ticks on, the day's bright light is bound,
In purple haze, where fading sunbeams glow.
Freedom, your passion, your eternal dream,
I'll help you find it: set you free, like bird in flight.
With autumn's mournful fall, a gentle gleam,
My soul will find its peace, its quiet light.
Don't worry, fret not, for my sake, don't you grieve,
I'm well, I've found myself in quietude's embrace.
My love, like summer's bloom, will never weave
Its spell again, be free, go find your space.
Crystal rain walks softly through the lane,
The wind sighs cold, a mournful, chilling sound.
Yes, to my feelings, I surrendered, without pain,
I savour autumn's grace, where joy is found.
Goodbye, Be Free!
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