Out November and I fall asleep I
grisaille on account of the days I drop
floods me in the rain moods
Dark s'encabanant crowd the night that paved
Sad even dogs are deserting
leaden sky over our hearts weighed
Like them, my bed is my refuge
comforter, my unfailing love
Tomorrow December and I bury
I stumble on tender memories I'm having as
the weight of absentees
Tristes human s'enguirlandent
Artificial lights to pretend cheerfulness
Like them stay home, not go out
comfort slippers, irreplaceable
January and soon those little minutes
Every day more numerous
Outside
November and I fall asleep to the sounds of spring
grisaille on account of the days I drop
floods me in the rain moods
Dark s'encabanant crowd the night that paved
Sad even dogs are deserting
leaden sky over our hearts weighed
Like them, my bed is my refuge
comforter, my unfailing love
Tomorrow December and I bury
I stumble on tender memories I'm having as
the weight of absentees
Tristes human s'enguirlandent
Artificial lights to pretend cheerfulness
Like them stay home, not go out
comfort slippers, irreplaceable
January and soon those little minutes
Every day more numerous
Outside
November and I fall asleep to the sounds of spring
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