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I'll sing you this |
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October song |
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There's no song before it |
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The words and tune are none of my own |
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For my joys and sorrows bore it |
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Beside the sea the brambly briars ln the still of evening |
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Birds fly out behind the sun |
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And with them l'll be leaving |
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The faIIen leaves that jewel the ground |
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They know the art of dying |
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And leave with joy their glad gold hearts |
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In scarlet shadows |
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Iying When hunger calls my footsteps home |
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The morning follows after l swim the seas within my mind |
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And the pine trees laugh green |
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Iaughter l used to search for happiness l used to follow pleasure |
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But l found a door behind my mind |
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And that's the greatest treasure |
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For rulers like to lay down laws |
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And rebels like to break them |
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And the poor priests like to walk in chains l met a man whose name was time |
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He said I must be going |
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But just how long ago that was l have no way of knowing |
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Somelimes l want to murder time |
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Sometimes when my heart's aching |
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But mostly l just stroll along |
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The path that he is taking l'll sing you this |
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October Song |
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There is no song before it |
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The words and tune are none of my own |
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For my joys and sorrows bore it |
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Beside the sea the brambly briars |
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In the cool of evening |
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The birds fly out behind the sun |
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And with them l'll be |
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Ieaving |
