Let autumn kiss her good night
And winter put her to sleep
As the breeze tell her a story
The summer was so good to her
But she longed to fall
She dreamed of a subtle September
That would wound her down from the excitement of August
She wanted to kiss the shores goodnight before the evening chill
And say her farewells to the waves before their temperatures fell
Let autumn kiss her goodnight
And winter put her to sleep
As the breeze tell her a story
She no longer wanted to run in the still air of July
She wanted so much to be noticed
To never again be discerned by the loneliness of self
She longed to wake up with the morning dew
And stroll with the winds of October
Let autumn kiss her goodnight
And winter put her to sleep
As the breeze tell her a story
She could no longer bare the bitter kisses of June
For they no longer satisfied her soul
She was ready to commit to the first frost
To forget the hardships of the spring
And let go of everything she has lost
She was more than anxious to belong
Because she lived to be a part
So she used November as a running start
So she could reach her love
For December held her heart
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