The grey wind blows change in the trees,
quickening time, fading light,
banking cloud and cold.
As the limbs shake the grass turns pale,
the sun now lost,
the day trapped in white.
The grey wind blows change in the trees,
quickening time, fading light,
banking cloud and cold.
As the limbs shake the grass turns pale,
the sun now lost,
the day trapped in white.
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