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THE CARPENTERS >> Merchandise Links
THE CARPENTERS
Green September Burned to October brown Bare November Led to December's frozen ground The seasons stumbled round Our drifting lives are bound To a falling crescent noon Feather clouds cry A vale of tears to earth Morning breaks and No one sees the quiet mountain birth Dressed in a brand new day The sun is on its way To a falling crescent noon Somewhere in A fairytale forest lies one Answer that is waiting to be heard You and I were Born like the breaking day All our seasons All our green Septembers Burn away Slowly we'll fade into A sea of midnight blue And a falling crescent noon
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