Last Rose of Autumn

The sea calls to the wind,
the wind calls to the sun,
the sun calls to the moon,
the moon calls to Winter,
the land begins to darken.

The last rose of Autumn
begins to take flight.

Petals ride on the wind,
for there is no sun;
only the moon and Winter.

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