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Temperature on that autumn day was at its most bittersweet
Cool, soft breeze, no jacket needed
But you knew it wouldn't last
It was like sleeping with a girl knowing she'd break your heart soon enough
Nature, like nostalgia, is a cruel mistress
Gets you high and leaves you low
The dead trees whispered in my ear
"Your time will come too"
And I laughed, because I knew they were just waiting to go all Jesus on us