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The Quiet Exit

In the Colour of November: The Prologue

voices buried deep in the ground
and ashes sprinkled into the river
i'm suffering from a melancholic fever
where my day appears gloomy and night midnight blue

in the shade of moonlight obscured by fog
the ghosts of the dead and almost forgotten
they all comes back to life 
to haunt and live in the colour of november