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As the late evening sun |
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Slides her way through copper clouds |
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Golden leaves from autumn |
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Play over a dusty breeze |
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I slide my way through the empty park |
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Weary eyes |
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Your memory fades |
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Like dust wake the shades |
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The still night comes breaking in |
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Dry raindrops on summer wind |
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As the late evening sun |
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Shines her way through aging sky |
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Closing in on autumn |
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As I watch the miracle |
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Of seasons changing |
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I saw the leaves die |
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Your memory fades |
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Like dust wake the shades |
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The still night comes breaking in |
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Dry raindrops on summer wind |
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But I can still see you and I can still hear you |
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You're spinning around in my head |
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I can still hear you and I can still see you |
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Tide is down |
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I thought I heard the perfect note |
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I thought I heard you call my name |
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Your memory fades |
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Like dust wake the shades |
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The still night comes breaking in |
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Dry raindrops on summer wind |
