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Oh, catcher of my autumn dreams!

I’ve disturbed you, but otherwise I can’t do.

You conceal my feelings, as I see them through.

With your being prudent, everything is accorded with the steam

Of life.

I know, sadness is always full of rain,

But warmth does not allay any strain.

The wind is the sinner in our souls,

Stealing our memories without any trace, but with a goal…

Sweeping the keys, slowly or amain.

It would be wrong to follow when going away.

We have no energy to shut the gate,

But to believe in miracles is our fate…