The Fallin' Leaves.
Thou, my friend of woo
Don't go apart even if I loose thy shoe.
The fallin' leaves might be apart,
But thou, my friend, it's not us.
Inspection of the friendship,
Or just a trip to our worship.
Everything 's same, but different,
If thou halt but never left.
We might fight a lot
But thou, my friend, is left, I thought.
Thou art a painting, but I'm the canvas,
Thou art the colours, the brush I was.
Thou, my friend of tear
Don't let themselves to shear.
Thou, my friend don't go
Don't go.
