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Pale September, I wore the time like a dress that year
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The autumn days swung soft around me, like cotton on my skin
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But as the embers of the summer lost their breath and disappeared
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My heart went cold and only hollow rhythms resounded from within
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But then he rose, brilliant as the moon in full
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And sank in the burrows of my keep
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And all my armour falling down, in a pile at my feet
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And my winter giving way to warm, as I'm singing him to sleep
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He goes along just as a water lily
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Gentle on the surface of his thoughts his body floats
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Unweighed down by passion or intensity
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Yet unaware of the depth upon which he coasts
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And he finds a home in me
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For what misfortune sows, he knows my touch will reap
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And all my armour falling down, in a pile at my feet
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And my winter giving way to warm, as I'm singing him to sleep
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And all my armour falling down, in a pile at my feet
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And my winter giving way to warm, as I'm singing him to sleep
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PALE SEPTEMBER
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| Fiona Apple |
