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Visions Of September

It�is�the�Autumn,�of�your�eyes
I�see�them�clear,�I�know�them�wise...

On�Spring's�green�hill,�we�danced�amongst�pine
sprouting�up�and�about,�in�pure�sunshine
We�spun�our�arms,�we�held�on�fast
impatient�feet�slipping,�on�dew-dipped�grass

We�fell�together,�two�lovers�too�young
to�love�anything�more,�than�having�fun

We�chewed�on�weeds�and�stared�at�the�sky
layed�amongst�creatures�too�small�to�try
To�see�for�themselves�what�all�we've�seen
a�sun�that�wakens�us,�to�the�awe�of�Spring

Days�came�bellowing,�in�roaring�thunder
so�we�sat�in�the�barn,�and�cheered�for�Summer
In�all�its�fierce�power,�and�all�its�fury
but�we�held�each�other,�and�did�not�worry

We�knew�it�was�barking,�with�little�bite
knowing�lightning,�rarely�strikes
More�than�once,�it's�how�we�met
and�now�we�hold�tightly,�having�it

And�the�days�piled�on,�stacking�pine
upon�the�porch,�building�time
For�Winter�will�come�and�replace�the�green
with�snow�and�ice�and�brittle�things

But�love�will�warm�us,�by�calm�desire
to�wait�this�out,�to�keep�our�fire
Inside�the�heart�and�within�our�eyes
Together�knowing,�nothing�dies

So�for�now,�we�walk�through�the�gentle�Fall
as�it�lays�its�blanket,�and�covers�all
Upon�our�shoulders,�as�we�strolled
across�red�carpets�Autumn�unrolled

I'll�hold�your�hand,�I'll�see�your�eyes
Where�forever�there's�Spring,�and�nothing�dies.

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