| Pale September, I wore the time like a dress that year
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| The autumn days swung soft around me like cotton on my skin
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| But as the embers of the summer lost their breath and disappeared
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| My heart went cold and only hollow rhythms resounded from within
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| But then he rose, brilliant as the moon in full
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| And sank in the burrows of my keep
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| And all my armor falling down in a pile at my feet
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| And my winter giving way to warm as I’m singing him to sleep
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| He goes along just as a water lily
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| Gentle on the surface of his thoughts, his body floats
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| Unweighed down by passion or intensity
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| Yet unaware of the depth upon which he coasts
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| And he finds a home in me
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| For what misfortune sows, he knows my touch will reap
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| And all my armour falling down in a pile at my feet
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| And my winter giving way to warm as I’m singing him to sleep
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| All my armour falling down in a pile at my feet
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| And my winter giving way to warm as I’m singing him to sleep
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| All my armour falling down in a pile at my feet
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| And my winter giving way to warm as I’m singing him to sleep |