00:00Yo, guys. Here's another of Grandad's poetic scribblings, rendered into a song by A.I.
00:04This one seems to use autumnal decay as a metaphor for the human condition.
00:08I guess it's one of his religious efforts, but it ends with an element of doubt.
00:12Here's what we've done with it.
00:30Leaf-brown is here as always, oh, where, where?
00:38Ubiquitously fall and chill is solid, solid.
00:45Comforting for that home, the same for there.
00:53Also happens drift, streets are squalid.
01:00Quarters of elsewhere alike, passing bare.
01:07Deciduous frost to come, all shall, shall, share.
01:15Heart-brown is now as always, all men.
01:23Unanimously fall and love is frigid, frigid.
01:30Comforting partly past the lures.
01:34But then, also happens sin.
01:41Warmth is rigid.
01:45Fractions of response recoil.
01:49Hasten when.
01:52Exiguous now, shall end.
01:56Else when.
01:58Else when.
02:07Mind proud as tall as always.
02:12All try.
02:15Unperceivably fall and self to master.
02:22Comfort evasive, reaching for the sky.
02:29Also happens death.
02:34Learned the plaster.
02:38Cracks with wisdom.
02:40Parodied.
02:42Wonder why.
02:45Credulous I.
02:47Persist.
02:49Else fear.
02:50Then, I die.
02:53I die.
03:20I die.
03:21I die.
03:22I die.
03:23I die.
03:23I die.
03:25I die.
03:26I die.
03:32I die.
03:33I die.
03:34I die.
03:34I die.
03:34I die.
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