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Leaves fall in the autumn
Of lives that appear
To be worthless to some
Utmost ignorant
Expectations shift in the eye
Of the beholder... behold
Tears drop from the eye
Of lives paled
As jealousy fools
A mind distorted
Expectations shift in the eye
Of the beholder... behold
One wishes existence
To be of fulfillment
But leaves bend to the will
Of winds blowing
To foresee the end
Of a soul...epitaph
Claim to foresee
The end of a soul
Premature epitaph
[solo: muenzner]
To foresee the end
Of a soul...epitaph
