beautiful souls
The sun is sinking, The tree's graciously blowThe moon pears out, begins to glow
The autumn leaves tapdance on the road
The hitchhiker needs rest, puts down his load
He lays down on the grass, looks to the sky
He is searching for his time gone by
It has been and gone, yet he still looks
For his life page to fill his books
Many paths he's crossed, shared sunset
blessed by beautiful souls in life he's met
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