Green September
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Burned to October brown
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Bare November
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Led to December's frozen ground
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The seasons stumbled round
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Our drifting lives are bound
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To a falling crescent noon
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Feather clouds cry
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A vale of tears to earth
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Morning breaks and
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No one sees the quiet mountain birth
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Dressed in a brand new day
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The sun is on its way
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To a falling crescent noon
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Somewhere in
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A fairytale forest lies one
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Answer that is waiting to be heard
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You and I were
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Born like the breaking day
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All our seasons
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All our green Septembers
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Burn away
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Slowly we'll fade into
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A sea of midnight blue
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And a falling crescent noon
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Crescent Noon
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| The Carpenters |
