Golden Season from 4 by The Furry Species Conspiracy

“Chilling breeze of dusk, fade away, this is not your reign”
Up above, a lone bird’s cry was heard
Soft murmurs at daybreak and delicate rustling tones
Masked the eerie hush that lingered all around

Hear the sparrow and heed the echo of the wild hound
Hiding low
See the shimmer of the heron diving toward the river
And a stream of jade moves, veiled beneath the branches
Smiling as it drifts through the endless golden season, reaching for the bay

In the quiet flowing meadow, I lay myself down
Golden embers falling gently, resting on the ground
Soaking in the warm embrace of long-forgotten hours
Carrying echoes of the past into this tower room

Hear the sparrow and heed the echo of the wild hound
Hiding low
See the shimmer of the heron diving toward the river
And a stream of jade moves, veiled beneath the branches
Smiling as it drifts through the endless golden season, reaching for the bay

In the quiet flowing meadow, I lay myself down
Golden embers falling gently, resting on the ground
Soaking in the warm embrace of long-forgotten hours
Carrying echoes of the past into my tower room

Hear the sparrow and heed the echo of the wild hound
Hiding low
See the shimmer of the heron diving toward the river
And a stream of jade moves, veiled beneath the branches
Smiling as it drifts through the endless golden season, reaching for the bay

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