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Rain, soft in the dark |
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We take a left through the deepening park |
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Grass, soaking and warm |
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Past the iron gates, August has come |
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And I want you so bad in my heart |
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And I touch your shadowed fingers in the dark |
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And the stars have fallen on this night like rain |
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Through the silence of the dark October lanes |
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Iron, cold in the breeze |
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The gate beneath the haunted trees |
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Swings, as evening reveals |
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Your face, so lovely and unreal |
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And I want you so bad in my heart |
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And I touch your shadowed fingers in the dark |
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And the stars have fallen on this night like rain |
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Through the silence of the dark October lanes |
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So here everything stays |
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The dew on the gates has melted away |
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And in your sunlit eyes |
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I see my love and all the night |
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And I want you so bad in my heart |
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And I touch your shadowed fingers in the dark |
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And the stars have fallen on this night like rain |
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Through the silence of the dark October lanes |
