The colors of sky are fallin' on the piece of lap,
The clouds are screaming in a tone of clap,
There reached the cherish of love in brain,
When the autumn has released the drops of its Rain.
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The colors of sky are fallin' on the piece of lap,
The clouds are screaming in a tone of clap,
There reached the cherish of love in brain,
When the autumn has released the drops of its Rain.