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Fall and all attendant memories |
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Crowd the day with unrelated histories |
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Each year leaves its unresolving fantasies |
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To hang around each corner |
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Hang around each street. |
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Thick with ghosts, the wind whips round in circuitries |
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Carrying words as strangers exchange pleasantries |
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Do they intrude upon your private reveries |
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As they meet you on each corner |
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Meet you on each street. |
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Watch for daily braveries |
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Notice newfound courtesies |
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Finger sudden legacies |
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As they clean up every corner |
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Wash down every street. |
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Mark the month and all its anniversaries |
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Put away the draft of all your eulogies |
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Clear the way for all your private memories |
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As they meet you on each corner |
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Meet you on every street. |
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Make the time for all your possibilities. |
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They live on every street. |
