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Autumn and Friday the winds blew.July, September, I knew you.And now I sit on the sand hill.I sing our song to the sea. August, October,mid-April, November, May.Beckoning hands made you fly.I cry, it’s curtains today. In August, October the grass grew.The sky was blue and I want you.Now as I look out my windowI see the world carry on. August, October,mid-April, November, May.Beckoning hands made you fly.I cry, it’s curtains today. August, October,mid-April, November, May.Beckoning hands made you fly.I cry, it’s curtains today.I cry, it’s curtains today.I cry, it’s curtains today. |