From nighttime autumn rise possibilities,
Its characters are in the crisp wind.
Never one to worry about the state of my fear,
Since it takes a second of success to bring my road back into view.
Direct me again to the growth that I’ve lost.
I’ve noted the fall every time and half expect it to shape any dream.
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