| Time to turn the maple brilliant crimson
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| Time to turn the aspen’s sparkling gold
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| Time to tumble apples from their branches
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| Time to turn the breeze’s crisp and cold
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| A chill enfolds the countryside
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| Kiss of morning mist upon the meadow
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| Scent of wood smoke swirling in the air
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| Signals that it’s high time for the harvest
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| Every pumpkin, peach and prickly pear
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| With ripened fruit to bear
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| If you believe in who you are
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| Who you are always meant to be
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| If you open up your heart
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| Then you’ll set your spirit free
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| In this time of the season, every leaf on every tree
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| Will start to shine
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| Come and see
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| Take my hand
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| Come with me and fly
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| (If you believe)
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| (If you believe)
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| (If you believe)
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| (If you believe)
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| (If you believe)
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| (Always meant to…)
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| Always standing right beside you
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| One true friend is there to guide you
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| To believe
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| In who you are
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| Who you are always meant to be
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| If you open up your heart
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| Then you’ll set your spirit free
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| In this time of the season, every leaf on every tree
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| Will start to shine
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| Come and see
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| Take my hand
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| Come with me
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| And fly
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| (If you believe)
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| (If you believe)
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| (If you believe) |