The colors are fading, fall is now here
The days become shorter, that night soon draws near
The leaves are falling, from a light fall breeze
Listen for whispers, that speak from the trees
As sunset approaches, the moon starts to rise
A flicker of movement, they float towards the sky
The dead are amongst us, released from their bonds
To roam with the living, from dusk till dawn
The days become shorter, that night soon draws near
The leaves are falling, from a light fall breeze
Listen for whispers, that speak from the trees
As sunset approaches, the moon starts to rise
A flicker of movement, they float towards the sky
The dead are amongst us, released from their bonds
To roam with the living, from dusk till dawn
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