I'll sing you my October song
There is no song before it
The words and tune are not my own
My joy and sorrow bore it
Beside the sea
the brambly brier
In the still of evening
Birds fly out from behind the sun
And with them I'll be leaving
The fallen leaves bejewel the ground
They know the art of dying
And leave with joy their glad gold hearts
In scarlet shadows lying
When hunger calls my weary footsteps home
The morning follows after
I swim the seas within my mind
The pine trees laugh green laughter
I met a man who's name was time
He said
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