Autumn wearing his badge of decay,
Smothers summer and sends her away,
Emerald leave turn to gold on the trees,
And the light starts to shrink from the day,
Cold winds blowing across this old land,
Whispered voices I can't understand,
The fiction is blurring,
The yeller man is stirring,
I hope a change is at hand.
Time must revolve but before we dissolve,
Will you evolve a little with me?
Now your involved or this court can resolve,
If you evolve a little with me.
Portraits fading to pulp on the wall,
Shadows charting the rise and the fall,
The jugglers and clowns well their all leaving town,
Winding down to the ring masters pawl.
Time must revolve but before we dissolve,
Will you evolve a little with me?
Now your involved or this court can resolve,
If you evolve a little with me.
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