I met a girl on halloween
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well she was lost and I was drunk
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and it was dark and cold out when we left
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and as we walked the rain started
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the leaves I've felt
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with every step and all around around us
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people slept alone with their dreams
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the wind came down from out the planes
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and blew the leaves out through the streets
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I wondered how far leaves could really fly
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would they rest in several yards
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or make it to the city
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or would they end up in the river just to float away
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she pointed to a small brick house
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and said it was where she grew up
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the lights were out
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she asked if we could stop for a while
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her hair was still just getting wet
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water running down her neck
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collecting in the hand printed cement beneath her feet
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apparently there had been a death
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someone close had nothing left
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because she hadn't left him in the end
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I saw her blush when I asked
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if she always talked like that
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she said it only happened when she drank
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and later on I felt her hand slipping into my cold fist
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she promised me a kiss as soon as we got home
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her costume had begun to tear
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she ran ahead and turned to me
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her laughter echoed through the empty streets
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Leaves In The River
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| Sea Wolf |
