When the summer's gone
And the berries dry and rot
The bramble become just spikes
The clouds make it darker
It is hard to remember
How happy it made me in summer
When it feed me during my runs
Hard to keep in mind
How beautiful it looked in red
When now it looks so gloomy and unwelcoming
It almost seems to warn
"Do not dare to come here"
Hard times are coming
And I won't be a friend
I stopped giving, it's time to protect
The whole forest gives up
All their leaves
Decomposition takes over
While the rain comes
Waiting for the Sun to reappear
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