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The flowers in my heart are dried out
I feel as if all I do is pout
And walk around with a face so bland
The world I walk on turns to desert land
The tears of love I must shed
Now roll down my face with dread
The grass flows
And the wind blows
But everything seems wrong
The music doesn’t seem to send the same song
So I tell you this with care
We won’t stop loving you we wouldn’t dare
So keep on watching us
As your face fades to dust
But we will always remember
September, October, November, December
And all throughout our lives.





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