oh these autumn leaves are yours tonight

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Autumn leaves under frozen souls,

Hungry hands turing soft and old,

My hero crying as we stood out their in the cold,

Like these autumn leaves;

I dont have nothing to hold.

hei pus, love gurthi

(PS! Ja, eg er fortsatt sjuk, og ja eg er 100% sikker på at det er svineinfluensa)