I wrote a tale for my lover once
I wrote a tale of our love, for my lover
I was drunk off the words he would say
I mistaked my lover's words for those of love
My lover, was words. How i loved him dearly.
I still get drunk of the same words i mistake for
those of love, that my lover once said to me.
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The leaves of october
take with them my summer
take with them my laughter
take with them my lover
The leaves of october
fall like a blessing from heaven
fall like an eternity too pleasant
fall like a child into adolesence
The leaves of october
bring with them an air of hope
bring with them a hope of joy
bring with the a joy of life
These leaves of October will be gone soon
They take with them my soul.
