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Fall Hangs On It's Arbor
Fall hangs on it's Arbor
Giving unto Frost
On grasses snapping
Under foot
Under Wine
As
We walk Arm
In hand in
Arm
Leaves
Skitch the streets
And Spirits
Fall hangs on it's Arbor
Giving unto Frost
On grasses snapping
Under foot
Under Wine
As
We walk Arm
In hand in
Arm
Leaves
Skitch the streets
And Spirits
Indians
Dance in the
Wind.
As ever be well.
As ever be well.
Stephen Craig Rowe