| I’m watching the green give into gold
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| As summer becomes October’s cold
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| Gravity begs
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| For one final kiss
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| She drops it to him, as she gives in
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| Traces of light, linger around
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| As laces of white fall to the ground
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| The softest of sounds for the heaviest things
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| And the pain that it brings
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| As she falls I try to catch her
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| For one last touch of warmth from summer
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| As one thing leaves to becomes another again
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| I remember when
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| Don’t remember the day, she started to fade
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| The ground felt a chill as she gave it away
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| A whisper — a sigh, for the time that she passed
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| But this winter won’t last
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| As she falls I try to catch her
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| For one last touch of warmth from summer
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| As one thing leaves to becomes another again
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| I remember when
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| Oh to be with summer again
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| The days were warm and we wore them like skin
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| Now I feel the effects of October again
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| As she falls I try to catch her
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| For one last touch of warmth from summer
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| As one thing leaves to becomes another again
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| I remember when
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| Oh to be with summer again
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| I’m watching the green give in to gold
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| As summer becomes Octobers cold |