Along the lonely boulevard I walk,
The fallen leaves dance around my feet.
'Tis raw, 'tis harsh and 'tis bleak,
Worse is being denied what you seek.
The world is cold and unkind, it's true,
But being alone is what makes me blue.
Even the cruel wind feels liberating, bittersweet,
And the fallen leaves dance around my feet.
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