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Winds roll in from the north, nights get cold |
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Evening hours seem to start too early every year |
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Oh lonely is the one who can't |
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Forgive himself |
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Then no one else |
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Can enter through his heart |
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Cold, cold October night |
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Memories he holds too tight |
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Water falls from clouds that cannot hold |
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Somewhere down the riverbank runs something she once had |
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Long gone, empty is the one who can't |
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Forget the past |
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And all she was |
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Moments never last |
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Cold, cold October rain |
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Nothing ever stays the same |
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Pictures of a life in paints of gold |
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Evening hours close the last of stories that grew old |
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Oh blessed is the one who knows |
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October nights and never hides |
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From autumn nights alone |
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Cold, cold October night |
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Memories he holds too tight |
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Cold, cold October rain |
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Nothing ever stays the same |
