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Half Went September
Half went September, with a pocketful of dreams,
and now October with little pouting clouds waiting
to cry, leaving a tinted rainbow humming a carousel.
Now in memories remembering bus tokens and
steam locomotion and a pocketful of lyrics looking
for marigolds. Half went September.
and now October with little pouting clouds waiting
to cry, leaving a tinted rainbow humming a carousel.
Now in memories remembering bus tokens and
steam locomotion and a pocketful of lyrics looking
for marigolds. Half went September.
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