It's the first breath of springtime*
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And a warm wind picks up the fallen blossom
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And sails in circles down the street.
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A lady cycles past with her hair in braids
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As they're pulling down the awning to the train station cafe
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I'm alive and I'm thankful
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For this time
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Six o' clock, summer afternoon
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Next door's kids are playing in the yard
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I'm doing the dishes at the window and the radio's playing 'Superstar'
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And the sun falls down on the garden next door
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But two young boys are fighting, till a woman appears at the door
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And the fires and the fog and the falling leaves
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Under October skies
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You walked me home in the cold after closing time
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As the leaves rushed by
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How I want to be loved
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How I need to be loved
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Now that I've found you, I'd do anything for you
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In the Forest of Angels that's where we laid you down
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And I can hear whispers
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When the first frost falls on the ground
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You're alive, just be thankful
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For this time.
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Thankful
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| Rumer |
