Nowhere I came again;
old memories started to regain,
In the old yellow wood;
now I'm here alone, I stood.
Where the beauty has gone?;
where's the picture that nature's has drawn?,
where that charm lost?;
Where that grassy road I crossed?.
The old yellow woods ,I left;
who dared to theft?,
Where's that nature gift?;
Where flew away all small swift?.
Where is the wood that I thought?;
Lost the vision that I caught,
Old yellow woods turned to brown;
Someone stole the nature's green crown.
Now here nothing for me;
Now here nothing to see,
Everyone leaved the wood's somehow;
I'm the lonely one here now.
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