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somewhere in the indian summerthe leaves on the ground, red, gold, and browntrying to play a game where you can't playyou're not allowed to winso choose, you have no cluesurrounded by faces you don't knowtheir real names and who they areyou wanna be a part of the paradenobody knows where it's goingso choose, you have no clueso you loose, yet you turn blueunder the real sununder the real sunsomewhere in the indian summerthe clouds in the sky, white, pink and greytrying to play a game where you can't playyou're not allowed to winso choose, you have no clueso you loose, yet you turn blueunder the real sun, you must go
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