November Darkness likes November November likes its darkness. Time for surrender And sleep for months restless. November loves red Orange, brown and grey, Trees let their leaves shed And twigs are left to stay. A restless soul doesn't grow When November comes around It just sits in the corner Looking at the sky from the ground. Clouds display their magic November weeps for April showers There is no time for heavy gray When darkness come their way. Not last but just as bad November is the end of days Lost what they thought they had Snow on the horizon, they say. Tearful cries are then reserved Time slows towards December Not much of a month, I heard, This so called November.
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