She's all the season I am not, and I am only autumn.
Not her warmth or her winter, I am only autumn.
Only fitting together on the edges in passing
at night and nautically in loneliness and laughing
Given to fits and tantrums of colors, I am only autumn
I'm all closing but can never find an end
All shriek and gust, stealing gails but no mend
She's the fix for everything I break
The traveler already walking the path i wish i could take
She is only everything and I am only autumn.
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