.Now the sun awakes,
but I can't see for morning fog.
Home I'll ride my brakes.
Autumn's here, I'm not.
Autumn's here, I'm not.
I stayed hours ago,
in blooming woods off 45,
by a winding road.
It's cold and I will hitchhike.
I am guilty this time.
Only not the wa.
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