Tytuł: Pale September

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Pale September
  I wore the time
  Like a dress that year
  The autumn days
  Swung soft around me
  Like cotton on my skin
  But as the embers
  Of the summer
  Lost their breath
  And disappearred
  My heart went cold and
  Only hollow rhythms
  Resounded from within
  But then he rose
  Brilliant as the moon in full
  And sank in the
  Burrows of my keep
  And all my armour
  Falling down
  In a pile at my feet
  And my winter giving
  Way to warm
  As I'm singing him to sleep
  
  He goes along just
  As a water lily
  Gentle on the surface
  Of his thoughts
  His body floats
  Unweighed down by
  Passion or intensity
  Yet unaware of the
  Depth upon which he coasts
  And he finds a home in me
  For what misfortune sows
  He knows my touch will reap
  
  And all my armour
  Falling down
  In a pile at me feet
  And my winter giving
  Way to warm
  As I'm singing him to sleep
  All my armour
  Falling down
  In a pile at my feet
  And my winter giving
  Way to warm
  As I'm singing him to sleep