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september I hang around in clouds air - nothing is mine down ocean of leaves , they're green or they are brown when autumn wins the war and finds me on the ground all brown |
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I hang around in clouds air - nothing is mine down ocean of leaves , they're green or they are brown when autumn wins the war and finds me down - around - around - around |
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head sleeps in the sand |
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