I think of you in the chiseled autumn light Dead leaves crunching underfoot A breeze hinting winter’s first chill I think of you alone For October is a lonely month Painted distinct and clear No pa…
Source: The October Blue Sky
I think of you in the chiseled autumn light Dead leaves crunching underfoot A breeze hinting winter’s first chill I think of you alone For October is a lonely month Painted distinct and clear No pa…
Source: The October Blue Sky
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