begins Down the crossroads in a sleepy little inn By the fire when the sun goes down But the night becomes you And the secrets of the rain Forever autumn
a winter breeze These voices calling unto me To enter the eternal drift For I must depart this tragidy my life I must end this misery. . . Forever Tears
O. Alexander] Forever the snow falls into a pond of tears As they fall from the sky. . . descending, sometimes they cry Sometimes they cry, autumn trees
