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Lucy, remember the smell of that fall |
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The fires of fungus and the rotting leaves |
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I fell off the wagon into your arms |
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Into this long month of Sundays |
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And you were my husband |
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My wife, my heroine |
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Now this is our final December |
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Now deep in a forest |
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Losing all though of spring |
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And nothing can help me remember |
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And I'm going nowhere fast |
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A darker day has hold at last |
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Deep in a dream |
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I set the calmness to spinning |
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And your love has come too late |
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Away from the garden gate |
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Wake me up |
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When the blue bells are ringing |
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Now that it's over after all that we had |
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A river runs through the rafters |
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Down, down, down |
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Does it leave me sleeping? |
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Dreaming only of spring |
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The phone rings out and I remember |
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But I'm going nowhere fast |
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A darker day has hold at last |
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Deep in this dream |
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I set the calmness to spinning |
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And your love has come too late |
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Now wave to the garden gate |
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Wake me up |
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When the blue bells are ringing |
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Ringing, ringing, ringing |
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Wanna hear them ringing, my love |
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Wanna hear them ringing |
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Ringing |
