The beautiful odour of October winds
Gently caress me with its benevolent hands,
Yet so dark and gloomy in its soul
It permeates my intense heart with silent delight
How I do love the passion of fading away
The passion of dying...
For it is Death herself who sweeps the landscape,
Embracing a lost world in shades and vapour
I will never forget the dread of November,
Her grievance and stillness of lonely nights
The desire of heart, in minor adorned,
Dancing so gently as dim northern lights
How I do love this pleasant seclusion,
This old bitter-sweet feeling,
The passion of solitude
O my frozen Queen of December nights
Let me transcend into a sleep without dreams,
Let me wither in your cold white arms...
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