leave me here to disappear, please,
in the arms of the pouring rain,
in the heart of the (vain) wind,
while my makeup is falling,
while my hair is playing the tango,
when the sun is hiding wisely and crawling,
when the day gets a little darker,
and it's harder,
to watch how slowly the leaves are falling,
to watch the rain wash away all the dirt,
to feel the breeze,
to feel alive in my soaked shirt,
to sense the heady smell,
to sense the autumn bell.
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