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Turning Over Old Leaves

This season is turning over old leaves
This time they’re deep red and gold.
They fall from the trees like rain,
They are slaves to race with the wind.

This time they’re deep red and gold,
And if you’re at a perfect angle
They fall from the trees like rain,
Somewhere, floating in the sky.

And if you’re at a perfect angle,
By the surface of the water,
Somewhere, floating in the sky,
I swear I can almost remember.

It was by the surface of the water.
Remember that autumn afternoon?
I swear I can almost remember.
I spent time somewhere in your arms.

Remember that autumn afternoon?
They fell from the trees like rain.
I spent time somewhere in your arms
As that season was turning over new leaves.




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