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The Autumn Diary

Summer was short again
Some sun, more clouds
Nothing can be done about it
Now a day has one skip
Grey flash and dimness again
Nothing can be done about it

Sometimes a lot of strength is needed
To get up in the morning and go out
It is hard for me
To put up with myself
To have some good reason
It is tough
There is always a lack of something
There is always a lack of something

I've phoned today
There was a deaf signal
It is hard
To have this awareness
That this is the end
It is tough
There is always a lack of something
There is always a lack of something

Still remembering this
Our last day
It is hard
I told you
You can go
Nothing can be done about it
There is always a lack of something
There is always a lack of something

Behind the windows only rain
The chilly thrill grows in the heart
Nothing can be done about it
The endless autumn lasts
That you won't drive away even a dog
Nothing can be done about it

It has to be accepted
Maybe a book, some film
It is tough
Or to nap again and again
To cheat the time in some way
It is hard
There is always a lack of something
There is always a lack of something

Today I've got rid off
Some old photos
It is tough
But the worse is when
A picture is stuck in the heart
It is hard
There is always a lack of something
There is always a lack of something

Even if I want
It is tough
To forget you
Your joyful laugh
And whiteness of the dress
It is hard
There is always a lack of something
There is always a lack of something