

Winter's Comin'Green to yellow, orange to brown Slow white magic on its way will soon be found Autumn's leavin' Winter's comin' Autumn falling Winter piling All things of beauty must someday end Orange and fiery, the Autumn leaves Find their beauty just before they must leave their trees To most great things, this tale rings true All things of beauty end to soonWinter's Comin'


It Makes No SenseThoughts of deepness, now awakened Virginity gone, yet still untaken It moves so fast yet stays so still It dreams and thinks but cannot feel It sleeps and there come no dreams It tells a story but does not speak It breathes and roams but does not move It is dishonest about its truth It tells the truth about its lies It has no shame yet its head still hangs It can not breathe but still it sighs Is very smart but still its dense This thing of my dreams in makes no senseIt Makes No Sense
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