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Keep This For Eternity         Fresh breezes bring autumn senses to lifeThe smell of terminated leaves envelops me,In the firm grasp of coming changeThe leaves have transformed to brilliant colors They are on fire again,The seasons have shuffled.The weather has changed, temperatures cold,And the autumn sun has portended, DarknessAnd before long the trees will spill their colors On to the colorless ground,As autumn gives way to winter frostLeaves float on the windLike angels coming down from heavenDays pass on and onMorning steps all over nightMemories start fade awayAnd summer is forgotten, left in the pastSkies move blue and intense across the dayAnd stars blink in haste in the face of the moon,Life seems trapped in the momentLike the wind sadly breathing on the roses, Weaving the delicate petals In the midst of the shadowsI am reminded Don’t forget this

Keep This For Eternity        

Fresh breezes bring autumn senses to life
The smell of terminated leaves envelops me,
In the firm grasp of coming change

The leaves have transformed to brilliant colors
They are on fire again,
The seasons have shuffled.
The weather has changed, temperatures cold,
And the autumn sun has portended,
Darkness

And before long the trees will spill their colors
On to the colorless ground,
As autumn gives way to winter frost
Leaves float on the wind
Like angels coming down from heaven

Days pass on and on
Morning steps all over night
Memories start fade away
And summer is forgotten, left in the past
Skies move blue and intense across the day
And stars blink in haste in the face of the moon,

Life seems trapped in the moment
Like the wind sadly breathing on the roses,
Weaving the delicate petals
In the midst of the shadows
I am reminded
Don’t forget this