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A trick of the light, a turn of the tide |
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A rift in a valley, full moon in July |
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Red summer sun mourning, a cold April sky, |
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That lonely October, so cruel to deny. |
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A Wish for a fountain lost in the wind |
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A kick from a new life about to begin |
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A south facing island that floods in the spring |
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Will call to October new life, it will bring |
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It will bring, it will bring |
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it will bring. |
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A drop in the ocean short of the line |
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Cursing a feeling caught up by the night |
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Repairing the ruin reducing the sting |
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That falling October will bring |
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Hope that is dreaming, love that is torn |
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Dancing like dust in the eye of the storm |
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Truth will be lost when the mocking bird dies |
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October returns with its cold winter skies |
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Awe can't be touched, faith can be blind |
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Fooled by a past that the world left behind |
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Hidden in rocks that are lost to the shore |
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Of silent October we choose to ignore |