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It's because of the morning dusk

Spread about the veil of night

Broods that feeling in my breast

With the blood of the rising sun

Requiem for the fallen flames

Slowly dying in my hands

I almost hear their silent keens

Distant cry of violins

Skyward I raise my craving eyes

As the last ray of star dies

I feel the beating of space heart

Greater then everything I ever heard

Tranquillity embraces the earth

Preparing nature for rebirth

Gentle touch of cooling wind of fall

Quiet whisper of brighty burning leaf

Morning frost, calm waters freeze slow

Last petals die, their lives are over now

Feathers of white snow fall from clouds nest

And shades awake from delicate sleep

All of us fallen leaves

Shall return oneday to the ground...

Fallen Flames In My Hands!