In case I've gone and run, know this much
It's not for lack of love, or loss of trust
It took all that and some, to stick to guns
But with this autumn rush, I say
I'm not losing hours, I'm done losing days
And close to heart, I keep our days
I spin the tape, with wistful ease
A sirenic drum, to a rhythmic being
Now summers gone, and autumn's...
Loose stone slipped and fell, lost my sense of self
Cliffside tempest gale, lost my sense of self
These thoughts are more than bursts, or desperate hails
Remind me who I was, and refit the seams
For a new cloth, of old ideas
To let this autumn rush, begin
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