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Falling Leaves Blues

The sunset fades beyond the distant line,
It takes away bold dreams that once were mine.
And in the park, the sax begins to play
A blues of falling leaves at end of day.

What sorrow haunts the sax so soft and low,
In minor keys it tells what hearts may know.
It sings of love that vanished in the breeze,
Of summer days no one can ever seize.

Love came to me, a stranger, fair and shy,
A wave’s mysterious music in her eye.
She cast a spell with glances pure and bright,
Enchanted me beneath the moon’s soft light.

Oh, how I wish to live those days once more,
To beg her gently: “Stay, don’t leave the shore.”
But all that’s left upon the sand, I see—
Three words: “Farewell, forgive, remember me.”


Night falls. The weary city slips to sleep,
While silence through the streets begins to creep.
And in the park, the sax still seems to play
A blues of falling leaves, so far away.

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