| Could I but touch your mouth one time again
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| 't would brighten up the darkest day
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| like some lost hero in a storybook
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| 't would light my way
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| and we could listen to the wind again
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| sing it’s soft and sad refrain
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| but the song don’t sound the same no more
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| like it was before
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| the morning looks like rain
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| October rapping on my doorstep
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| fills my heart with fears
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| 'till Autumn’s rushing leaves all fall
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| winter’s ghost appears
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| for Winter’s cold and in won’t be the same
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| with no-one to call my name
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| upon my window taps the time
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| a never ending rhyme it seems
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| and the morning looks like rain
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| and yet if I could touch your face
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| and make you take your place with me
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| then the morning wouldn’t rain
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| no the morning wouldn’t rain |