Where this road runs, me knows not, but Autumn is here,

me knows not where this road white runs
But when Autumn so glorified stands,
Why not me run?

me knows not where this journey would me take
But when the Helios shines like a colory balloon,
And those trees get a green red orange tune,
And the fields smell so much of Your Beauty,
Why not me run?

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