Raining In September
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As our words stream across,
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Mirrored shades in the dark.
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The colour changes autumn brown.
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As the leaves fall.
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So to do my tears,
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On the page on which I write.
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The words that have been said,
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Will and will have to,
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Remain in vaults with no keys,
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Or entrances.
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But suspended in time.
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And days gone by.
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For forever is only today.
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And eternity is destined never to come on our sorrow clouds of silence
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raining in september
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| rufio |
