Our Intertwine Branches
Our colors are changing
The time of our prosper is ending
And the sting of the promise of tomorrow's cold sinks in
We don't care
Even when our pride has crumbled and fallen
Even when we grow defensless to the bitter, long winter
We grip to the only thing that has not given into the changing seasons
Our intertwined branches
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