The wind is crisp
Leaves fall from the trees
Time for hayrides
Time for bonfires
Time with friends
Goodnight
Good night Sweet dreams Rest your head The day is done The day was long Sleep now While fairies dance in your head
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The evils of this World hold you by a leash to Stay in controll
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They were fools to interrupt this day My day Where I was to be wed to the man I love Did they not think I would be armed Did they not thin... -
Sons of night Wicked deeds Doomed they are
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