Where have all the joyful flowers gone?
I had visited often through the
pleasant days of summer
And now it makes me wonder
Fields and meadows once
rich and green
Now a stirring of trees
swept clean
Shorter days and longer nights – Fall has arrived!
The season
I love best now must rest
It is not for me to grieve
Autumn winds must blow
From its tower the eagle
released
and upon its
wings I will soar!
The season I love best
now must rest
It is not for me to grieve
Autumn winds must blow
From its tower the
eagle released
And upon its wings I will soar
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