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My fire of love,
however far
or near I might be,
never changing,
will always be burning
for you, dear eyes.
2.
Here below, all the lilacs die,
All the bird songs are brief,
I dream of summers that remain
Forever...
3.
The fall wind rattles the forest,
the night is so wet it will freeze;
wrapped in my somber top-coat
I'm riding forth through the trees.
4.
Falling leaf and fading tree,
Lines of white in a sullen sea,
Shadows rising on you and me;
Shadows rising on you and me;
The swallows are making them ready to fly,
Wheeling out on a windy sky.
Goodbye Summer! Goodbye! Goodbye!