She''s falling, warm and cold.


    falling like a feather,


    the air begins to chill


    Even though I fear her,


    my heart sings out in thrill


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    Stumbling under the moon,


    my soul screams out in fright,


    but even in the darkness,


    there''s a warm orange light.


    Embracing me I''m comforted as the colors fall,


    Around they tumble seeming to whisper,


    It''s the end for us all.


    Laying in my nest of fallen colors i chirp out in fear,


    For the night will soon come when they all come out in shambles,


    Hiding away I curl up beneath the bramble.


    The pumpkins begin to rot, that warm orange glow fading


    As the moonlight turns colder, the seasons begun its changing,


    All I remember is that warm orange light, and the colors falling, from which s


    he earns her name.