In golden valley turns the leaf
on winding roads through autumn's spree
though the sojourn may be brief
I'll let the willows weep for me
O'er mountains to the forest end
far away from southern sea
as wintered trunks will twist and bend
I'll let the willows weep for me
our path will end on bitter grounds
and split the distance, we'll agree.
lost in nature, we'll be around
I'll let the willows weep for me.
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