She's falling, warm and cold.

  falling like a feather,

  the air begins to chill

  Even though I fear her,

  my heart sings out in thrill

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  Stumbling under the moon,

  my soul screams out in fright,

  but even in the darkness,

  there's a warm orange light.

  Embracing me I'm comforted as the colors fall,

  Around they tumble seeming to whisper,

  It's the end for us all.

  Laying in my nest of fallen colors i chirp out in fear,

  For the night will soon come when they all come out in shambles,

  Hiding away I curl up beneath the bramble.

  The pumpkins begin to rot, that warm orange glow fading

  As the moonlight turns colder, the seasons begun its changing,

  All I remember is that warm orange light, and the colors falling, from which she earns her name.