Every year we are hurried so slowly
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We vain our fears from the hurt that is holy
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We lose our lives in the light of October
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And compromise, HalloweenĄ¯s getting colder
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And we're off on the golden ground
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As we swim in a sea of sound
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By the look in my eyes we're out
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Till the morning comes around
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Put my hands in the dark of December
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And burning bends through the souls that ember
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Scream our eyes but it cost us the winter
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Gather one in a flash of a splinter
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And we watch the fight ,stand down
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Get lost to the place we found
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In the desert dreams will drown
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Till the morning comes around
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Dragonflies and the scent of the sea moves
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Enslave july and you know you must leave her
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Summer days are a strong everlasting
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Autumn phase one more year in its passing
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A Year in its Passing
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| The Wilderness of Manitoba |
