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Where does this autumn come
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1.
Where does this autumn come from now, so near?
From brooding clouds or skies that once were clear?
It tiptoes in, a guest we didn"t call,
And whispers secrets through the twilight's fall.
2.
Its breath is laced with spice and wistful pain,
The leaves swirl down like mirrored, amber rain,
By forest lakes that sleep beneath the frost,
As if some voice had called - and they were lost.
Chorus:
It brings the winds, the rains, the rustling chill,
And hides the sun in webs the cold dew fills.
Its eyes hold silence in each step it takes,
And time lies thick on tears that never break.
3.
Yet deep inside, beyond where sounds can go,
A warmth still glows beneath the frost and snow.
It comes so we may write with quiet hands -
In silence, truths the soul still understands.
4.
Where does this autumn come from, soft and low,
To steal the life from every branch and glow?
It paints what we don"t dare to ask or see -
A rainbow stretched across gray destiny.
Chorus (repeat):
It brings the winds, the rains, the rustling chill,
And hides the sun in webs the cold dew fills.
Its eyes hold silence in each step it takes,
And time lies thick on tears that never break.
Where does this autumn come from now, so near?
From brooding clouds or skies that once were clear?
It tiptoes in, a guest we didn"t call,
And whispers secrets through the twilight's fall.
2.
Its breath is laced with spice and wistful pain,
The leaves swirl down like mirrored, amber rain,
By forest lakes that sleep beneath the frost,
As if some voice had called - and they were lost.
Chorus:
It brings the winds, the rains, the rustling chill,
And hides the sun in webs the cold dew fills.
Its eyes hold silence in each step it takes,
And time lies thick on tears that never break.
3.
Yet deep inside, beyond where sounds can go,
A warmth still glows beneath the frost and snow.
It comes so we may write with quiet hands -
In silence, truths the soul still understands.
4.
Where does this autumn come from, soft and low,
To steal the life from every branch and glow?
It paints what we don"t dare to ask or see -
A rainbow stretched across gray destiny.
Chorus (repeat):
It brings the winds, the rains, the rustling chill,
And hides the sun in webs the cold dew fills.
Its eyes hold silence in each step it takes,
And time lies thick on tears that never break.
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