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We're glistening like silver spoons
Beneath the summer night
Oh can you smell the subtle hint of frost
As the flowers start to cry
The Autumn winds are bringing graves
To all the emerald trees
They're so beautiful in their dismay
The colors slowly bleed
Beneath the summer night
Oh can you smell the subtle hint of frost
As the flowers start to cry
The Autumn winds are bringing graves
To all the emerald trees
They're so beautiful in their dismay
The colors slowly bleed
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