Surrounded by septemberstorm and frosty rain.
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Outside I am walking in my own loneliness.
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Around me people walk with bended heads.
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We all have many thoughts to sort out.
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I am outside to touch and to feel the coldness.
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Every single person in this town is depressed.
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Wind and clouds make me wonder.
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What kind of lives do these slaves live?
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Rain keeps falling down this evening.
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A storm comes in from the North.
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Nothing is comparable to the autumn rain.
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Dark and sullen, but a beauty to me.
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There is nothing more beautiful than this.
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Grey and depressing this time of year is.
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It has always been my best company.
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Different grades of loneliness it holds.
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This is the seed of life.
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Its sadness only makes me stronger.
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Hour after hour I can spend in the rain.
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Just to experience the beauty of pain.
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Autumn Is The Beauty Of Pain
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| Penitent |
