brief patches of light sneaking through the rusty leaves brief snatches of sight slipping past the autumn thieves ralics of summer psychedelics an ever-dwindling splinter browse arond while the world dies donw witness the coming of winter few flowers to smell pretty face already shed few hours to tell many things that might be said ralics of summer psychedelics an ever-dwindling splinter browse arond while the world dies donw witness the coming of winter but don't let your mind stay too far it might get hung up on a faded buttercup or turned down to the muted sound of half-forgotten seas and the soft as cotton breeze