.Here's a sweet September morning, there's the sense of Autumn on the rise
He steps into the wind and sadly sighs
"Why does it always seem to be, there's a cold December wind in front of me?"
The more he fills his empty evenings
The less he feels that there's a chance to find
Some.
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