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Bleak, empty, blue.The last leaf slowly falls to the ground and autumn takes over the seasonal reigns again. Plucked acoustic guitar and dark tones accompany the natural spectacle, sounding like warmth, homecoming and prudence.The last leaf slowly falls to the ground and autumn takes over the seasonal reigns again. Plucked acoustic guitar and dark tones accompany the natural spectacle, sounding like warmth, homecoming and prudence.Spacy rhythm pattern, distorted solo guitar from far outThe last leaf slowly falls to the ground and autumn takes over the seasonal reigns again. Plucked acoustic guitar and dark tones accompany the natural spectacle, sounding like warmth, homecoming and prudence.A gray day dawns over the remote little town whose prosperous days are long gone. In the pale light of the still weak spring sun, the local policeman, plagued by personal problems, steps out of the door and begins his morning rounds of farms, forest plots and river paths.Alarming. Suspenseful.Slide guitar solo track. Warm, edgy, analogue and authentic.Spacy rhythm pattern, distorted solo guitar from far out