They claim it takes no time
To be turned down, but baby,
It has been quite a while
If it’s me then make me blind
If it’s you then let us run
Like beautiful autumn leaves
We are always left behind
But there is no necessary in dying
Like sleeping winter trees
We disappear for some time
For soon they will miss us
And we’ll be well ready for
Showing colours on the outside
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