Autumn rhythm sweet submission

And the cheekbones you bequeathed

Is it over is it ever

'Till they sell the air they breathed.

The stars are dead although they still shine

In Charlotte's conversation

Loves old sweet song

The epilogue to Charlotte's conversations.

I learnt insanity and sweet vanity

Cases related history

Did I choose this now can I lose this

Selfish blues to posterity.

The stars are dead although they still shine

In Charlotte's conversations

Loves old sweet song

The epilogue to Charlotte's conversations.

You don't need a song to sing

You don't need a book to read

You don't need me.

Was it only empty pockets

That brought me here to you