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Distant
An old gate, creaks in the wind
Crickets and wood smoke
Sunflowers leaning in the night
By the light of the harvest moon
The far away heartbeat
of a
bridge in the
rain
Fall came early this year
Crickets and wood smoke
Sunflowers leaning in the night
By the light of the harvest moon
The far away heartbeat
of a
bridge in the
rain
Fall came early this year
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