Autumn

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Leaves are falling,
He is leaving
My eyes are crying
My heart is tearing

My love give up
So will i?
Can we start?
From when we met?

Maple leaves are scattered
On top of our head
Our hands reaching
A leaf that's falling

Wide smiles
Open hearts
A love that bloomed
In an autumn month

Dancing slowly
Under the dark colors
Mouths curving
Trees swaying

Reminiscing pieces
Of left past
Just some fragments
From broken hearts

Asking slowly
Why you left
Answering honestly
Our love was meant to end

Sobs echoing
Undernearth maple trees
Place that we begin
Was were we'll end

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A/n:

A love story that started in an autumn month. Persons that met in a place where maple trees grow. They dance under it and started their relationship. But they broke up when they returned again to the place where they met. The girl cried asking why did they broke up, the guy answered that their love was never meant to last. Their love was wrong at the right time.

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