Reflections in the water like shadows in my mind speak to me of passing days and nights and passing time The falling leaves are whispering winter's on its way I close my eyes remembering the warmth of yesterday It seems a shame to see September swallowed by the wind and more than that it's oh so sad to see the summer end And though the changing colors are a lovely thing to see if it were mine to make a change I think I'd let it be But I don't remember hearing anybody asking me
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