Falling like a leaf from a tree
In the late autumn wind,
Hoping for this dream
To never end.
Nothing lasts forever,
Not even the sun.
We continue to fight a battle
That we've already won.
So fly, fly up into the sky,
Go to where all spirits lie.
The world is much more pure there,
Escape from this planet of wear.
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