I dont care if anyone cheats on it but in the Notes and Credits is the poem. Song. Corpse, Agoraphobic.
Fallen Leaves, Adorn my Night By Zero_souls_in_me The leaves are falling, falling from the heights of the home of bees. Leaves Rustle and whistle; they crunch like a kit kat, they contrast like the sky being burned by the flaming star. We're all falling like leaves that are dropping from the trees. The tree is our home, country, our Earth which we all reach for from afar. When unexpected events occur, like the sudden wind that detaches the leaves from the crest. Those outcast leaves are still used for joyous things such as jumping in the fallen leaves nest.
