Autumn’s creeping up
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and there across the lot
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stands a tree alone
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just content to know
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it's leaves are still intact
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and clinging to each branch holding on for the fear
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of being naked
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it's a shame that you won't be here to notice everything that's changed
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it's a shame that you won't be here to see this building taking place
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it's a shame that you won't be around to hear us all recite your name in the distance rows of waving timber
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fight back the change blowing side to side in september
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all the leaves that fall we remember
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this thickened air is stealing all my rights to breathe
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my backbone grows weaker than a scared crow with no wings
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out here in the cold we soon will know what tragic is
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in the distance rows of waving timber fight back the wind shadowing
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i am aware what it brings but the weight of it all breaks a heart to quickly find answers
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ask no questions the wind brings out suggestions and leaves a deep impression a tragedy.
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Distance and the Waving
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