The wind is crisp
Leaves fall from the trees
Time for hayrides
Time for bonfires
Time with friends
Excuse me
Excuse me Did you loose this I found it rolling around No, you say Well, I'll just put it back k on the ground
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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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