Moth on the windowpane
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Could be alive or dead
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You across the room lost in your head
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All that's left is the storm outside
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Water beating stone
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And we hang in a web of stillness all our own
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Two hearts
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Bundled to the cold
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Closed eyes
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Watching love grow old
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Dear friend
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Can it really be november
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Season of goodbye under an angry topaz sky
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Neap tide and a waning moon gone mad
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Like a song I heard as a little boy
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That I did not understand
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But somehow I knew it was sad
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Two hearts
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Bundled to the cold
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Closed eyes
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Watching love grow old
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Dear friend
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Can it really be november
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Time wills
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Oh and time kills
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Bare trees won't remember
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Two hearts
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In the failing light
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No blame
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Doing what seems right
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But the rain won't stop
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Can it really be...
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November
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| Christopher Cross |
