Summer Leaves On Sunday
Summer leaves on Sunday
And so do I
My things are cleared
And my room is empty
Begging for life
My shoes are clean
And my bags are bulging
And the sun does cry
For one last chance
But the leaves do fall
And the cool does come
I peer over my shoulder
To give a final farewell
Goodbye Summer
Hello opportunity
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