| At the ticking of the sun
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| On the green bellied mountains
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| I’m staring high in the sky
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| In the breeze I can taste
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| The fragrance of his moment
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| And I take a deep breath
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| Then the breeze picks up his bags
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| And blows on over my shoulder
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| That’s life, this life
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| We’re running out of time
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| But the time is still behind us
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| And tomorrow cuts the dawn that’s the law
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| And the spirit of the past
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| Still lingers in surroundings
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| I’m the owner of my mind and I know
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| The spirit of Autumn Past
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| Yesterday the sun shone on the party
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| And everybody shone at the sun
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| But now I’m alone and the sky turns grey
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| There’s a ghost across the wind
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| We’re running out of time
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| But the time is still behind us
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| And tomorrow cuts the dawn that’s the law
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| And the spirit of the past
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| Still lingers in surroundings
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| I’m the owner of my mind and I know
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| The spirit of Autumn Past
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| You and me and all of us
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| From the dying stars to the dreams of children
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| We’re all together now
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| We’re running out of time
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| But the time is still behind us
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| And tomorrow cuts the dawn that’s the law
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| And the spirit of the past
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| Still lingers in surroundings
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| I’m the owner of my mind and I know
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| We’re running out of time
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| But the time is still behind us
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| And tomorrow cuts the dawn that’s the law
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| And the spirit of the past
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| Will echo through your hallways
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| And the walls you leave behind
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| Will breath your life
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| The Spirit of autumn past |