| Trick of the light, turn of the tide
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| A rift in a valley, full moon in July
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| Red summer sun mourning, a cold April sky
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| That lonely October, so cruel to deny
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| A wish for a fountain lost in the winds
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| A kick from a new life about to begin
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| A south facing island that floods in the spring
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| Will call to October new life, it will bring
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| It will bring, it will bring, it will bring
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| A drop in the ocean, short of the line
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| Cursing a feeling caught up by the night
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| Repairing the ruin, reducing the sting
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| That falling October will bring
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| Hope that is dreaming, love that is torn
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| Dancing like dust in the eye of the storm
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| Truth will be lost when the mocking bird dies
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| October returns with its cold winter skies
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| Awe can’t be touched, faith can be blind
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| Fooled by a past that the world left behind
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| Hidden in rocks that are lost to the shore
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| Of silent October you choose to ignore |