It is not because we start to with
The roses of the first instants st
The first heartache still pinch us
The first kiss,
The first love.

Autumn winds in the morning
Flowing through my flesh and bones
Autumn winds after a scorching sum
Cleaning away the ashes of what it
Autumn winds renewing the earth

If by chance life gives you wings,
use them to sail across the bay.
The extensive field of green blue
adorned with gems of steel and con
offers a crown to the queen City