Ah well in the sough of autumn
moment sentiment, while you can.
Same used when looking to the time
which can only arrive in vanish.
Stronger a mimetic fit from dreams,
land of crestfallen moonlight etched
with colossal serenade, all whole
notes punctured by caws of oak,
raven key off E flat minor. Wind gasps
such tunes. Tangled styles above
vanquished epitaphs (and all that's
boarded to dust upon white shelves).
Songs sung as being heard, tocscin
of life rigored for pulmonary color.

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