The Woods are getting naked
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and the weather is getting colder
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I can feel this fall deep inside my bones
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I hear the call of the birds
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they are going to leave us
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I wonder how they know their destination
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The woods are turnin' colours
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the wilderness is shining
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the north prepares for winter,
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'cause it will be cruel
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The birds calling gether
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they are going to leave us
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I always wonder how they know where to fly
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Northern Fall
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| Kopriklaani |
