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The past we seek Some certainty The seasons we remember The light of May ...and darkest days The month we call... November |
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To leave behind The wasted time And every bad decision ...and harder still Some force of will To feel we are forgiven But something stays So who am I to say There's nothing more between us ...and I don't know the reasons Nothing's clear... I've come to no conclusions Said and done Is it all said and done? |
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So here we are Not very far From when we said Forever ...and all we have This restless past The month we call... November |
