To be awaken before the dawn,
to follow in the path of dead leaves
to where the sun will rise
The still and chill air
to breath of the lake blowing in
and the eerie month of hallow
To walk to be followed
to walk to follow
to find an to lead
to get a fresh of air
in your cornered little house of a cell.
nothing more pleasurable
than the morning of autumn before dawn.
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