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If I could find the heartbeat in this song |
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I didn't have to doubt, I may be wrong |
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To think I can predict the coming season |
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As I lay down awoken now |
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Summer has been over for some time |
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I didn't even know it said goodbye |
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But it has given notes, it's not a secret |
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I always sent today away |
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I'm walking barefoot |
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With a broken rod |
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My weak and weary light |
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A storm put out |
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And you are coming as |
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A gift of evening |
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September gives no days of shining bright |
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It dies like wind through leaves that never fight |
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And all the debt of life is on my shoulders |
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It's autumn night in all its might |
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Still day is all around me in a show |
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With notice to the night I've got to go |
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My heart well hid in ice but still protected |
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Like hidden hope of rose in snow |
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I'm walking barefoot |
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With a broken rod |
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My weak and weary light |
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A storm put out |
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And you are coming as |
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A gift of evening |
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But morning light is reaching to my chin |
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And I see wings of sunlight take me in |
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And I do dare to hope like spring in autumn |
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The hands of cold can't kill a soul |
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I'm walking barefoot |
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With a broken rod |
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My weak and weary light |
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A storm put out |
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You are coming as |
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A gift of evening |
