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On this bleary night |
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Twilight fades the flowers the pines |
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A pale moon's on the rise |
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And the lily pond lies still |
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And mirrors a hazy opal sky |
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September has arrived |
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So we go for a walk |
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The houses in the street |
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Are faded pale like old photographs |
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And we'll count the fading stars |
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But School Street's so still |
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It's almost unreal |
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Like the ways of a dream |
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Can't help but to feel like I've seen this film before |
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A castle of sand, slipping through my hands, nothing more |
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Can't help but to feel like I've had this dream before |
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A castle of sand, slipping through my hands, that's all |