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Golden leaves they call it as they fall free
from the trees that run dry in summer heat
dry like my sunken soul, withered and cracked
like broken memories and sins of past

nothing can please my thirst
no flesh can fill my hunger
there's a twinkle in my eyes
as they set upon you their sight

draping my wings I descend
like a saint my face is innocent
its a smile you can always wonder about
my origins, my past my present

maybe its love is what you think
maybe an admirer is what you feel
deep down I know I will fall for you
but it will be just an other sin..