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In autumn, leaves would fall from your eyes
Your hair would break like a dried branch
They would uproot your heart, I know
Asûelam, I know your most innocent sorrows.
Even though acacias bloom in every corner
Even though the poplars call to the sky
Even though the rain caresses your face
You still won't like autumn, I know.
It hurt him as the