The Last Organ Grinder
Echoes of despair swirled in my head
as I inhaled the crisp autumn air
My relationship was hanging by a thread
I knew the breakup was near
As i walked through the streets that afternoon
I heard the organ grinder's familiar tune
My heart churned out its own sad refrain
Wondering if we would get back together again
By the time autumn faded to winter snow
I had met someone new
Snowflakes swirled to and fro
As the north wind blew
Seasons rolled around, then autumn returned, knocking on the door
But I never saw the organ grinder anymore
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