I fell for him in dying summer, my lovely autumn boy
From summer's darkness he is made, my lovely autumn boy
I'd love to spend a week with my lovely autumn boy
But I'm never close enough to my lovely autumn boy
It's raining when he smiles, I'm laughing like a child
It's the best days of our lives; we'll contain it for a while
He holds the leaves, the breeze of autumn in the circle of his hand
I'd be happy with that dying summer if it's all we ever had.
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