A gust roused the waves,
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the waves were ash-gray,
the sky tin-gray,
ash-gray the autumn.
It was good for my heart:
there my feelings were ash-gray,
the sky tin-gray,
ash-gray the autumn.
The breath of wind brought cooler air,
the waves of mourning brought separation:
autumn and autumn
befriend each other.
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Photography credit: "Leaves Floating on the Waves," still from video clip by Bote1973 (originally color).
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