Autumn Season in the hands of the hands of the capture Now a leaf is a lonely and yellow and old sunset The Sun Cold Sunshine like the fall of tomorrows The beginning of tomorrow is one of the deaths of death No more in the branches. See Destroy a garden and branch to see so all this heartburn to buy the Spring Cup of Amr Overnight with a breeze breeze Spring memory and bloodshed
Green Darwish Dervish Tuna Autumn Season in the Hand of the Wind Captive Now a lonely leaf is tired and yellow and old Autumn Season in the hands of the capture of the wind Now a lonely leaf is tired and yellow and old
