Leaves tumble across the quiet street
Majestic clouds swarm the clear blue sky
hurling rain as though
the old must be washed out
to make way for the new
I wish I knew
how to work the magic in the air
it hovers there
just beyond my reach
Majestic clouds swarm the clear blue sky
hurling rain as though
the old must be washed out
to make way for the new
I wish I knew
how to work the magic in the air
it hovers there
just beyond my reach
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