Oh, Oh, OH old autumn tree,
the black winter night sky,
so oh, oh, OH cold for you my dear.

 

I flash so bright when all your leaves begin to fall,
the grass will swallow your brown and orange death.
So please no tears, of course don't cry.

 

For this is only a phase of death before life.

 

For once again you are oh, oh, OH,
so strong,
my lovely old autumn tree.

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