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''Leaves are starting to die'', whisper the urban poets.

Autumn: Maroon skies with spare rooms, locked from the inside.

There will be no more partying. Must find a hiding place for the winter.
It surely must have enough space for some love&snuggling.
(Enough space for one person that is.)

Music will be there. Even when the others have gone to sleep. The Art of Noise will have lots and lots of brilliant exhibitions downtown (at least so I heard.)

(paused. again.)