A merry air

Lean out of the window,
Goldenhair,
And set alight
The autumn air.

The trees are waking
By the shore.
I watch the flames
Creep from the floor.

I raise my fist
To the call of doom,
For I heard you growling
Through the gloom.

Growling of winds
And savage air,
Lean out of the window,
Goldenhair.

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