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Leaves begin that color change |
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Kiss the ground like falling rain |
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I hear the distant howl begin |
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The cold October morning wind |
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The seasons come, |
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And they wither like a dying rose |
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My pain is measured, |
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By a sky that's old and grey |
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A misty morning, |
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I awake to find it's much too late |
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Pieces of time, |
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They keep falling down on me |
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And it won't be long |
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I can hear your song |
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October Morning Wind |
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I keep holding on, |
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'Til you come back again |
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The sun that's hiding once again |
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It's warmth is like a long lost friend |
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Picture's fading in my mind |
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Memories of a young boy's life |
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The weeping willow, |
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By the lake where we could run and play |
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Lost all it's magic, |
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It's become a ghost in time |
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The seasons came, |
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And they left, |
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Tell me where they've gone |
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Pieces of my life, |
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They keep falling down on me |
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And it won't be long |
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I can hear your song |
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October Morning Wind |
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I keep holding on, |
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To the fading sun, |
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'Til you come back again |
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And it won't be long |
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October Morning Wind |
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And it won't be long |
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I can hear your song |
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October Morning Wind |
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I keep holding on, |
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To the fading sun, |
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'Til you come back again |
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I can hear your song, |
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And it won't be long |
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October Morning Wind |
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I keep holding on, |
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'Til you come back again |
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October morning wind |