Autumn and Friday the winds blew.
July, September, I knew you.
And now I sit on the sand hill.
I sing our song to the sea.
August, October,
mid-April, November, May.
Beckoning hands made you fly.
I cry, it's curtains today.
In August, October the grass grew.
The sky was blue and I want you.
Now as I look out my window
I see the world carry on.
August, October,
mid-April, November, May.
Beckoning hands made you fly.
I cry, it's curtains today.
August, October,
mid-April, November, May.
Beckoning hands made you fly.
I cry, it's curtains today.
I cry, it's curtains today.
I cry, it's curtains today. |
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