It’s October
Leaves are falling
It’s orange, red and yellow I see
The wind has turned bitter
But the smell is crisp
It’s when I think of you most
Your whole you that I feel
Your hands busy
Your mind busier
Your love sometimes too much for me
Without you
I would neither want
This kind of October
Nor this cold winter I am about to see
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