Time of No Reply

Summer was gone, and the heat turned to
Autumn reached for a golden crown
I looked behind as a hole inside
This was the time of no reply

The sun went down and the crown hung heavy
Left by the road, a moment held on
I turned to speak as the hell went by
This was the time of no reply

This time
This crown needs to stay
This time
I'll turn the leaves away
This time
This time
This time

Okay
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