[intro] [Verse 1] Beneath the ancient boughs, they fall, Ephemeral mosaics of a green cathedral A thousand hands in emerald hue, Into alchemical golden with Autumn's Midas touch Each vein a map, a story spun, From spring's first blush to setting sun. Portents of our earthly fate Fleeting fractals falling, harken now to hear the calling [Chorus] Oh leaves, fleeting messengers of time Fall's dirge, and Summer's ambrosia In winter's breath, our fates revealed And in spring, the fourth turning [Verse 2] They linger, suspended between earth and sky, Each a fragment of the mother tree Within they carry her identity Moments stretched thin against the weight of time. Their edges curl like forgotten letters, inked with the light of countless dawns, whispering secrets to the wind, only to be scattered into silence [Chorus] Oh leaves, fleeting messengers of time Fall's dirge, and Summer's ambrosia In winter's breath, our fates revealed And in spring, the fourth turning. [Guitar solo] [Bridge] Leaves fall Aaaaah aaaaah aaaaah aaaaah And I feel everything is leaving me behind Aaaaah aaaaah aaaaah aaaaah aaaaah aaaaah December is upon us! [Final Chorus] Oh leaves, fleeting messengers of time Fall's dirge, and Summer's ambrosia In winter's breath, our fates revealed And in spring, the fourth turning [Outro] When December's winds blow The truth unfurls as it did in the beginning Leaves surrender to winter's lament And awaken in the symphony of spring.
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