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Sit by my side come as close as the air |
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Sharin' a memory of grey |
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And wander in my words |
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And dream about the pictures that I play |
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Of changes |
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Green leaves of summer turn red in the fall |
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To brown and to yellow they fade |
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And then they have to die |
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Trapped within the circle time parade |
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Of changes |
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Moments of magic will glow in the night |
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All fears of the forest are gone |
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For when the morning breaks |
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They're swept away by golden drops of dawn |
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Of changes |
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Passions will part to a warm melody |
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As fires will sometimes turn cold |
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Like petals in the wind |
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We're puppets to the silver strings of souls |
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Of changes |
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Your tears will be trembling now we're somewhere else |
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One last cup of wine we will pour |
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I'll kiss you one more time |
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And leave you on the rolling river shore |
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Of changes |
