| I saw the autumn leaves peel up off the street,
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| Take wing on the balmy breeze and sweep you off your feet.
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| And you blushed as they scooped you up on sugar maple wings
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| To gaze down on the city below, ablaze with wondrous things
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| Downy feathers kiss your face and flutter everywhere.
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| Reality is a lovely place but I wouldn’t want to live there.
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| I wouldn’t want to live there.
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| Weighed down by heavy lids and lunar lullabies,
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| I knew you were wide awake, 'cause you smile with your eyes.
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| Downy feathers kiss your face and flutter everywhere.
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| Reality is a lovely place but I wouldn’t want to live there.
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| From the green belt balcony, the wildfires look so pretty.
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| Ponderosa canopy, I’d never leave if it were up to me.
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| To the ruby redwood tree, and to the velvet climbing ivy:
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| Painted all mahogany, I’d never leave if it were up to me.
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| With a starry brush, paint the dusk venetian blue
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| 'Cause in the evening hush, you’ll never believe the view.
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| And when the leaves return and their whisperings fill the night,
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| They’ll freeze and burn where fire and ice collide.
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| Can you feel a silk embrace in the satin air?
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| If we dissolve without a trace, will the real world even care?
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| Downy feathers kiss your face and flutter everywhere.
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| Reality is a lovely place but I wouldn’t want to live there.
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| I saw the autumn leaves peel up off the street,
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| Take wing on the balmy breeze and sweep you off your feet. |